SEENA SREEVALSON

SEENA SREEVALSON

Serendipitous Voyages

Don’t you know what I search in your finger tips!

Yes, we have passed miles of miseries

Crossed deserts of startling realities

Sailed through deep sea of emotions

Met wilderness of relations

Yet we refused to part

When we climbed to the mountain

Storms were strong avalanches were heavy

And we held our hands together

Was it when you trapped in the crevasse

Or when I fell from the cliff

I don’t remember

I heard a mysterious echo in my heart

The word I breathed was friendship

Why Do You Break Her Bangles?

When the little green life

Woke up to the light

She got her first bangle

As Little beaks showered

Better grew the green life

Gifting new bangles

When it drizzled

Conifers smiled with joy

Blessed her more bangles

Sharing legends

The warm breeze

Befriended Jingling bangles

Dancing watery fairies

Cooled her bejeweled hands

Enchanted her bangles

The voracious folks

Marched to the paradise

Breaking her dear bangles

Gordian knots

Tightened, scattering

Her lovely green bangles

A thousand toothed arms

Attacked mercilessly

Conquered her bangles

Sobbing broken pieces

Pierced her heart

Silenced her bangles

Seeing the chewed green dreams

The wind whispered

Why do you break her bangles?

The Denouement

She made her way down the tapered road,

That burned black in the sun.

With naked feet so supple,

As an icy cube placed in an oven,

Raised her head, marched to the play.

Sunlight scorched those little eyes,

Which could dream only but two spoonful of rice.

She jumped right, made a somersault,

Touched her nose with those sizzling legs.

And she jumped left, sighed the wind,

Walked with her hands upside down.

Tiny hands moved left and right,

Up and down, jumped and crawled.

One by one gathered from here and there,

Gazing at her with a sensitive nod.

Burned skin and empty stomach,

Twitched her lips again and again.

Coins dropped from hither and thither,

Blistered in the dark road laid straight,

Not enough for a full meal.

As the crowd withdrew,

Her brown naughty hairs,

Bounced her cheeks glistened with tears.

Dashed the wheels of weary thoughts,

I hungered to speak.

SEENA SREEVALSON

SEENA SREEVALSON is a bilingual poet, translator and editor from Kerala, India. She writes poetry in English and Malayalam. She has presented her poems in several national and international poetry fests. Her poems have also been featured in many international poetry anthologies. She is a teacher by profession and also a classical dancer who experiments in visual aspects of poetry. She has compiled and edited two International anthologies of English poems The Current and Global poetry which consists poems from 40 nations across the Globe. She has directed two editions of Prime Poetry Festival, Kerala 2019,and 2020.