November 30, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Halil Andi



Sheena Pillai Singh






In my quest to

seek glory,

success, fame

and bliss,

I saw

the path ahead

broken down

by the darkest of




and despair…

I realized

my old self

crumble down

leaving a

shrewd me:

a fascist by choice;

Yet I sensed

traces of old self

raising alert:

to hold the reins

of this intoxicating

path to glory…

else they swallow

those tiny bits

of my good old self

and proclaim me

a self-confessed recluse…








Soul Searching



No Moon Day

A murder of Crows Clamored for food

Ripped banana leaves…










Sheena Pillai Singh

I am an Engineer by profession, working in New Delhi. Interested in reading and writing poetry / stories since my college days. Please feel free to share your valuable feedback.


  1. P C K PREM November 30, at 11:30

    Demonstrates courage and optimism. To fight for survival amidst conflicts and unsavory experiences teaches the real art of life of meaning. Very nice lyrics.

    • Sheena Singh December 01, at 04:23

      Thank you Prem. so happy that it resonated with you sheena


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