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
Some things are better left untouched, Best protected – I know that much. Some things are better left unfound, Curiosity sometimes desecrates the mound. Some things are better left unresolved, Let the pieces fall and fit – Naturally and Dissolve. Some things are better unknown, Naturally it’ll come to be shown. Poem By Sanjeev ‘Cimeries’ … More Mysteries
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
Where do you find the wise? Under a tree? Or near the sea? By the boulder and rocks? Or a waterfall beside the loch? Maybe the hermit in its shell, Can show and tell. Or the nomad that soars, Will show the right door. Don’t look far, Just look within. Pain, discourse and sin – … More Where Wisdom Writes
Each step taken, puts one more behind. Each step taken, reduces the incline. Each mountain climbed, leaves a guide. Each mountain climbed, puts one more by the side. Each seed plated, grows two by the head. Each seed planted, makes another bread. The last I step. The last I climb. Nothing left but these weak … More Journey of the Last God
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
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
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
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
Art of Cimeries 