Nothing matters. Nothing new. Nothing else other than you. Carried one in my palms. You settled and calmed. We waited for your giggle but something was wrong. Should have knew then, it won’t be long. Blood you soaked in – Blood of my love. Now two caskets & two mounds to shove. All alone with … More Nothing
Blood – A stain in the eye. Bleed yourself dry But some still reside. Haunting for the rest of your life. A broken record repeats – Never to fly. The biggest lie… Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
When glee fills the air, Only I know it’s fare – A price of nightmares And skin peeled back bare. This cold stare That they all share. Always ready to steer My path of rough stairs – Is all but rare. I’ve been down here Like it’s my career. Like always… Endure and bear. Ascend … More My Bane called Life
Blood is thicker than wine. I suppose… But not mine. Red weak and thin. Enough to bleed from scratched skin. Could lose a few pints and be fine. Better the white line and dry wine. Thinning every day. Losing the will to stay. Passing straight through the heart. Fast and careless like a dart. My … More The Runt of the Litter
This pain of yours, From the misery I hurl. Each crunch, pound and cry. Enriches these pearls. A sin I was born with. One which I honed. One that I denied. Which is condoned. Don’t fear life. Don’t fear death. Fear my nature, With every single breath. For I am who I was. Incarnate of … More Wrath
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
I look to the skies and stretch my arms. Another morning by the side. The wild winds blow my hair and gloats its charms. A white old pigeon approaches in glide. You old bird? Why do you come? Why do you stay? What brings you here, to this plain? If I had wings, I’d fly … More Last Flight
Art of Cimeries 