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A poem

I walked into the sanctum
Of your sanctorum
There I saw cherished
On every surface
The names of men long dead
Men who were victorious
Celebrating their gallantry
Their conquests, their plunder
Bengal, Oudh, Maratha, Rajput
Delhi, Punjab, Madras, Mysore
Where your heroes raped and pillaged my people
massacred them in their citadels,
burnt them alive when possible
And when we rose against you,
you just slaughtered more
Denied us our bread, that you collected
From our farms, while we starved to death
In our millions, at the very moment our soldiers
were shedding their blood for you
Built your cities, filled them with fabulous treasures
you picked from our shores
Your most wondrous mansions made with the
Blood, sweat, toils, and tears collected
From our farmers
These are your heroes.
What’s in a name did you say?

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

Imagine a school where you’re the only student,
walking class to class through empty corridors.

Imagine a class where the only thing you see is
your teacher’s disembodied face and voice.

Imagine that you’re silenced from talking,
from asking questions, can only listen.

Imagine that every other student in class
is sleeping, you hear mice scampering.

Imagine that the only friends you make are
with the lonely voices in your head.

Imagine that you’re expected to learn entirely
new things, with no help, from anyone.

Imagine that your only job is to complete a bunch of assignments, on…


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A poem

My eye sees
what it wants to see
My ear hears
what it chooses to hear
The entire world
is imagined in my mind
I give it shape, color
smell and texture
I define good and bad
right, wrong and indifferent
Your world and my world
are not always one
But where our worlds intersect
is the ground we thrive on.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

Featherlight raindrops
Any lighter and they’d be snow
Fluttering from streetlights
Flustering past my window.

Vacant storefront
Demolished in a blink
Verdant hilltops
Winding windows that wink.

Intimate knowledge
Of distant stranger’s lives
Voyeuristic binoculars
And wine loving wives.

Now the rain’s stronger
But the streetlights are tired
Of signaling safety
While winter’s still wired.

Gushing rain gust
Rushing automobile
Wishing you were here
Hushing me gentle.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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Photo by Mia Harvey on Unsplash

A sonnet

Bustling evenings, quiet night
Twerking men, ravishing sight
Vintage buildings, pink twilight
Walking straight, hands tight
Redness flashes, atop heights
Guitar hero, strumming right
Peeking inside, windows bright
Headless laughter, pealing fright
Beautiful doggie, sexy miss white
Burnished men, verbal fight
Gymnastic mother, sweaty delight
Baked denizens, lethargic might
Fancy mansions, faithful light
Hilltop kisses, floating light.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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Photo by Marc Kleen on Unsplash

A sonnet

The streets are shaking
The trees are quaking
Gusts pounce on unwary spaces
Wind cuts through unsavory faces
Rages fuming all the way around
Threatening to lift me right off the ground
Yet I lounge unperturbed
Rattling leaves don’t disturb
The world outside is tearing apart
Twisting twirling circling rampart
But still my mind remains calm
Eye in the midst of a violent storm
Cause through this long and windy night
You held my hand with love so tight.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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Photo by Louis Maniquet on Unsplash

A sonnet

If I could be so bold
To imagine a world
Where the bounty of the earth
Is divided equal at birth
Where no one’s charged a fee
Just to remain healthy
Where a simple abode
Is in the housing code
Where anyone can learn
Whatever they yearn
Where it ain’t criminal
To go anywhere at will
Where loving is easy
and everyone’s family.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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Photo by John Fowler on Unsplash

A poem

Darkness spreads like bands of storm clouds
Snuffing out all traces of weak sunlight
Drops of rain slice down from the ponderous skies
A chill sets in deep, penetrating my shivering bones
I huddle by the window, smothered in a woolen blanket
The music sounds tinny, tainted, troublesome
Like an over-played song that’s lost all meaning
I dive deep into the chasm of my own mind
Finding comfort in familiar discomfort
Seeking solace in melancholic mastication
Diving deep to where unseen thoughts lie waiting
Thoughts that on sunnier days recede into recesses
But now surface fearless, demanding attention
Take me down to their vast netherworld
Serve me draughts of disappointment
And steaming bowls of self-hate
Until I have savored
Every venal flavor.

The sun breaks out as I lick my plate clean.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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An erotic sonnet

I lift you up from the heap below and lay you down
Spread you out on your soft welcoming bed
So my iron can wander over every part of you
Smooth you with my fingers, stretching you tight
So the warmth of my iron penetrates deep into you
Melting down those creased bits with its strength
As it presses down into you, hard, hot, sizzling
As you pulse with desire to be opened up to my iron
For it to spread its warmth all over you, every nook
The tip of my iron leaving no part of you untouched
To breathe new life into you, transform you, like new
Return your old weary self to the freshness of youth
Bring out your inner beauty, shining, transcendent
As my iron retires you rise, glorious.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A sonnet

Water’s gurgling through a long stream
She’s giggling loud like a bright light beam
Head thrown back, a laugh mighty fine
Like mellow casks full of vintage wine
Eyes rippling joy unbounded
With such happiness surrounded
Cycling through country cool
Stealthy dips in neighbor’s pool
Long reads in summer sunshine
Daddies voice rings through fine
She flies fast through her neighborhood
Friend in hand, far atop she stood
Her eyes still carry that bright light beam
Through all these years, preserved supreme.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021

Siva Raj

Poetry is a feeling I use words to catch before it vanishes.

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