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M Srisaravana Sep 2020
Do not weep in front of my tomb,
I do not sleep in the darkness bloom,
I have seen and bowed life all around,
I will transform when the moment abound,
The first light of the day that made the clouds gleam,
The residual warmth that melts the ice off the leaves,
I am the birds that sing happy little tunes,
I am the breeze that touches your soft light skin,
Do not mourn at my solicited grave,
My soul does not rest in the wasted sept,
If you do want to feel me hence,
Look upon the stars in the farthest sky,
Listen to the beat of your heart's lie,
Do not weep in front of my grave,
I do not sleep in the darkness enslaved.
M Srisaravana Apr 2020
All these years, rain fails to land,
No more crops ever stand green,
The land is so broken, the drought is so hard,
Only the salt that's left for the soul to rot,

Years have passed, no drops from the sky,
Hope was fading like a sunset light,
The blazing sun like a sharp silver needle,
Gone was the skin, only the bones were left,

When I thought the land was lost,
I could see no more of the future,
Seen was a delight my eyes could not believe,
What is darker than a moonless night,

Her eyes were black alright, but,
Can her floor-sweeping hair justify,
No more light I have seen anywhere else,
Her soul glowed like a thousand moons,

Her smile that wrapped her lips so gentle,
Sure I knew for it can bring all the joy,
I asked, but not with the words,
She granted a wish as a goddess would,

Brought her back to the Salt Desert, I did,
When she arrived at my village, starved,
The rain that had gone for so many years,
Came to see the love that has just sparked.
Inspired by the story Love Across The Salt Desert by Keki N. Daruwalla
M Srisaravana Apr 2020
I see them flowers withering, Llorona,
The cold wind sweeps them away,
The leaves and stems are so empty, Llorona,
Come at ones to collect them, Llorona, Llorona,

There's darkness surrounds me, Llorona,
Like a burned coal mixes with the air,
It has consumed me to the core, Llorona,
You are my absolution, Llorona, Llorona,

They say I bring the calamity, Llorona,
Distructruction above all laid,
Even the full moon will hide from the sight, Llorona,
Take me to the river and show me Llorona, Llorona,

My eyes are filled with sorrow, Llorona,
No more butterflies of colors flip the wings,
A dune of a pale sand desert grows in me, Llorona,
Come with the rain and drizzle me Llorona, Llorona,

I wander in the woods and the lakes, Llorona,
Looking for a white gown of a woman weeping,
To give my will freely to your salvation, Llorona,
Hold me in your arms as I pass into thee, Llorona, Llorona,

If your wailing needs life to be taken, Llorona,
Let another child live with joy and meaning,
Take my wasted soul without falter, Llorona,
Let us go into the void of salvation, Llorona, Llorona.
Just inspired by the folklore of La Llorona
M Srisaravana Apr 2020
In the evening wind, I walked the beach
I see them glittering sand, shined
A bright red sky, like a velvet rope, weaved
your heartbeat synced with the waves unpinned
A marvelous scene collapsed like a sandcastle
For, I have seen all, again and again like a wheel
Only that your smile, so fresh and warm
Your eyes sparkled like the evening star
Your face, like an ever-glowing full white moon
My memory of you, the ever-changing variable
A constant in the drift of my decaying mind
M Srisaravana Apr 2020
My dear friend, where was I,
When the necessity came and ablaze,
Where did I hide myself out,
Everyone's asked where was the God,
Was I in the fields of meadow,
Sunshine without a shroud of clouds,
Or was I in the dark alley, covered,
Where I was ripped in infernal flames,
It is easy for you to judge,
When nothing could be at stake,
Why could not I listen to you,
Will stay a mystery awake,
At when you stop judging thee,
A value arise within thou,
Only so much I could tell, but,
You will have to cross the well,
At last, to meet me at the end.
M Srisaravana Apr 2020
There is a life, there is a death,
We dance between the might,
For the hopes so high enough,
Those darkest deeds of the past,
Strangles me like strings among,
Between the lights of life,
And the death's charred grips,
I ramble my mind in pale drips,
There must be a way leading,
A path where I could step, leaving,
An eternal spiral of lives behind,
Until then, I shall wander on,
There is a life, there is a death,
I dance between the mist.
M Srisaravana Mar 2020
To the night, to the dreams,
When I meet my maker’s gleam,
I would ask just one more thing,
For all these years, you spared me thus,
What of my purpose you had me filled,
When my time’s done, springs’ gone,
What of the glorious feats,
You had me achieved for this life spend,
Marvelous Design of your countless thoughts,
How could I be left without a caught,
If it is as complex as you made me believe,
Let there better be a requital of sorts, for,
Your countless flaws of my celestial deeds.
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