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
Stone laid firm. Bricked in – Unable to turn. Each weathered Gray. Quiet – Unable to say. Cobble, Marble & Basalt. All look alike – Unable to revolt. Grey, Greyer & Greyest. All monotone – Unable to become the greatest. A foot path they are For those who belong behind bars. Poem by Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ … More Monotone Road
You gave us breath, That which you taketh. You gave us life – Soul. Warm meals & milk in a bowl. You never say thanks, Nor cry by the riverbanks. You both hold & take it in – Everything we throw in a bin Leaving us with the good – Sometimes the rude. But at … More Love I’ll never Breathe
A bird forever caged, Will simply learn to listen – Stalls its chirps, Eyes wide open. Glaring at its keeper – Bird becomes watcher. Free at last But wiser than ever. The world outside Is not ready for the duo. Watcher & keeper… Trapped in their tower. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ Retnasingam
A desperate cry. A desperate lie. A full cask. A stone mask. We put on a smile, Push away a mile. Day in day out, Till eyes fill with drought. Be thick skinned, Fresh as a mint. Not as thin as a reed. Nor easily bleed. Same mask we all bear Though different sears and … More Maskless World
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
Once a blue moon, Withers the boon. Tides of tomorrow, Never comes to my howl of sorrow. The walls of stone, Share the blood in my bone. Stand tall and firm – In my way. Tide that never comes – I’ll never have my say. Only harsh winds they permit. Weathering. Withering. Pain. I Submit. … More Misery of the Mountain
Crack with the head. Engrave what has been said. With the sharpest chisel And the hammer that sizzles. Every strike. Every break. No corner Unflaked. Fine and coarse. Shatter minerals with force. Fury from the mountain. Mass in the tonnes. Unshakable. Unbreakable. Heart of stone is ever insatiable. Every swing. Every pummel. Break sweat of … More Orog’Irig – Sculpting the Unsculptable
My dear old mule, Old with no fuel. Weary hoofs and simple mind, Slow yet long the path behind. You’ve come back, When I sold you for a stack. Stag I gave for a mare. Fast, yet it does not care. It sent me flying, No thoughts of riding. Yet you are here. Not my … More Vassal
Art of Cimeries 