I am the proud author of Monolith: Birth of the Outsider and an Aerospace Engineering graduate. I make art and poems and working on my novel series.
Names fortell, fortune forward.Names may tell, history unsavoured.But truthfylly…Name are names – Man maketh namesEnchanting it with theirs, burning in flamesPoem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam(23.09.2021)
The howl of the wind Ashen leaves fall with the call Sky burn’t crimson red. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam (22.09.2021)
Greetings everyone! Been a long time since I’ve done much digital art and poetry, been taking a brief break after working with my amazing VA for the Audiobook version for my book, Monolith: Birth of the Outsider. The process of working with my VA has been outstanding, I’ll be sure to get a blog on … More OUT NOW! Audiobook for Monolith: Birth of the Outsider
I thought of a rather dark joke while i was attempting to vent how shit things are day in day out. Started with how I’m always around but I can’t be heard and all and turned out like this: Wanna hear a killer joke? What does the tormented man say at the family gathering? “God … More A Dark Joke – I
The street was awfully quiet. Just myself and my closest friends waiting to cross at the traffic light to roam the streets. Something felt off. Bizarre. Looking up to the sky shouldering the shimmering sun, it wasn’t as blindingly brilliant as I usually recalled. The chittering of my mates by the lights and somehow it … More Not so Hellish Night – Alice series
Long time no see. Lately, been going through a rough patch like we all go through. An ordinary series of events that brings turmoil… I’ve heard it’s a quite common ‘quarter-life crisis’. Bizzare on how ordinary the roughest patch can be. A lot of reflection comes to life around this time I suppose. Careers. Aspiration. … More A Bleak Time
Life… Sometimes it’s utterly miserable and sometimes it of pure bliss. For the occasions that life may be unfathomably miserable… It opens the way out. Though, the path out may not be easy – A steep price may be due. Like the Indiana Jones movies, there’s probably a trapdoor, a pedal that makes the room … More Homeless in 3 Days – A Frog Story (Part I – The Escape)
Ears open. Minds closed. Arms open. Hearts closed. What is love if not mere words? What is love with no heart & soul? Door of love opens… Too late… Door of death closes… A shut gate. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
The lies we hear – Hold more value. The truth we never bear – Protected by the very few. Masks some wear. Truth beyond truth… They pursue. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
Rock ripples the river, Raising small waves – Quiver. Crashing to silence. Obedient-Defiance. Beauty of hell – A short sell. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
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