Poetry

Halil Andi

By

Sheena Pillai Singh

Recluse

In my quest to

seek glory,

success, fame

and bliss,

I saw

the path ahead

broken down

by the darkest of

lies,

demons,

deception

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.