Author: Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam

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.

Mother Earth

30th Jul 2021

Dirt into clay To fit the mould. Hot is the kiln That ignites the hollow. When it cools Earth it shall hold. Back to dust That Mother shall swallow. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam

Rebellion

30th Jul 2021

Behind the stone walls Which we face. Blind with no voice Or food for days. Bound to clash and To fall in disgrace. Bold yet foolish Marching with grace. Band the wagons We wish for home. Bend the tall gates And soon you’ll know. Brand us traitors They bear not ill. Burn the banners And … More Rebellion

Alchemical Artist

30th Jul 2021

Eyes that click and grasp, Capture more than the farce. Red room that unveils, Prints, for sale. Ears which hear cries, Churn the waves of lies. Flats and sharps, Through the golden harp. Fingers of fury, Judge, Executioner and Jury. The forbidden colours and scripts Shall soon be hits. One in common, That holds the … More Alchemical Artist

Singularity

30th Jul 2021

The arms which built And raised the earth. Along came the Devils In hollow steel and dirt. Steels and sparks, Cranks, whirrs and spin. Hollow metal that adorned A hearth deep within. Steel Devils & Dwellers of Old. Different eyes. Same Zeal. More alike but kept apart. One and the same, is the essence of … More Singularity

Sealed

30th Jul 2021

Sealed treasures That seek no pleasures, Behind the locks Of pearly white blocks. Treasures that lie within, Do not grant glorifying hymns. Nor gold nor silver. Just words beyond the river. Just the chirps and cries Of the mute birds lives. Hear it once… Please. Then put it through reeds. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam

Love-Hate

30th Jul 2021

Love so ever swift, Hardier than diamonds. Hatred which escalates, Withers to dust. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam

The Cycle of Pain

29th Jul 2021

Prying eyes peel, Head to heel. Necktie of noose, That will never come loose. This paper in hand, Fills stomach with sand. Full yet famished. Not even astonished. The door is there, But there is a fare. One step away, Yet may lead me astray. But the path beyond, Is more vast than a pond. … More The Cycle of Pain

Love

29th Jul 2021

I hadn’t known,I hadn’t felt,First of mine,And soon the last.Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam

My Melancholy

29th Jul 2021

My sweet melanie, my melancholy.Mirror o’mine. Mirrors me mad.Mesmerising yet maddening.Muting my mind and might.My sweet melanie, my melancholyPoem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam