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A sonnet

Tiny people climbing big mountain
Little leaves fluttering mighty wind
Blue home yellowing sun set
Shaky streetlight flickering passer by
Fearful sirens cautioning dark night
Vengeful cyclist trundling street car
Tentative bus faltering stop light
Sudden silence whispering intimate secret
Pulsing laughter forking dinner plate
Fancy footwear cluttering uneven step
Musical voices muttering sudden cheer
Deep purple floating marine sky
Discrete noises merging concert hall
It’s quiet so far but I’m not outside
No tempest stop from stepping out the door.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

Naked like new born babies under stars bright
enough to light a thousand nights.

Running naked through rain drenched trees
born again and breaking free.

Clothed only in the winds that swirl around our torsos
hiking up paths paved with dung from horses.

Naked as we run hand in hand
through gauntlets of sprinklers eager to kiss our behinds.

Only a hat to protect you from the lecherous sun
eager to penetrate your vulnerable skin.

Naked as your fingers trace whorls of rich
pleasure across parts so sensitive to your touch.

Every layer of protective armor
melting under the warm embrace of your ardor.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

The sky was a water color splotch
of pale silver and deep blue
The children ran in trepidation
as white froth raced at them
Shrieking in horror and glee
delight amplified by fear
Vast oceans of white wetness
consumed by soft sand
As we gazed at yachts cackling
gulls over distant horizons
Standing at the fringe of this
singular world of water
Will the next wave kiss our feet
or drag us deep into its chasm.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


Photo by Jonathan Borba on Unsplash

A sonnet

You need to be king
before you can conquer
You need to be brave
before you can fight
You need to be high
before you can fly
You need to fear
before you can be free
You need to hear
before you can listen
You need to teach
before you can learn
You need to love
before you can be born.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A sonnet

Red awnings in Chinatown
Tiles that tilted very brown
Flags made music in the wind
Empty parapets drying tamarind
Houses seem to intermingle
Past and present in space-time wrinkle
Distant worlds, differing eras
Streets unlittered with people or cars
Hustle and bustle and industry
All gone at the end of history
Suns that shine bright red at night
Golden pagodas in fading light
At the crossroads where I stand
Time suspended above this land.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

When you’ve got truth in your pocket
you don’t need money.

When you’re entirely transparent
arrows sail through you.

When you love your own self
everyone loves you.

When you’ve got a thousand eyes looking
one will spot gold.

When you fight fire with love
it lights up the world.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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A poem

You stand there rooted, floating
Fluttering with every breeze, unmoving
Digging deep into the earth,
Lifting high into the heavens
Ants gnaw into your bones
Birds peck onto your skin
Snakes slither ‘tween your legs
Worms crawl cross your flesh
Yet you smile at every traveler
Sheltering in rain & sunny weather
Arms tentacle into the ground
No force can push you around
No purpose other than just to be
For eternity, like a banyan tree.

©️ Siva Raj, 2021


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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


Picture by author.

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…


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

Siva Raj

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

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