From Turmoil to Bliss

As usual, the barrels of
the city guns erect over the skyline,

emit clouds of smoke an
unseasonal downpour of ash flakes.

This keyboard strikes more
a note of isolation. The world appears

here on an empty square
of glass wall and after a while disappears

into my own sheepish reflection
but the arched smile of the exotic colours in

the tears of the sky descends
a promise — a song of swaying fronds.

The russet angel of twilight
rocks the cradle again, moments of life

into past in a kind of
domestic besidedness. A fish springs up

the pond and arches down
logging off the windows to a soulless world

while gleams of light
disentangle me from many webs in the

sites of tinsel knowledge.
Life’s boat dances on the ripples of the river’s smile.

  • Sreekanth Kopuri is an Indian English poet from Machilipatnam, India. He recited his poetry and presented his research papers in University of Oxford UK, Johns Hopkins University USA, Wilkes USA, Heinrich Heine University Germany, University of Caen France, and in other countries . His poems and research articles were widely published in journals like Heartland Review, Word Fountain, A New Ulster, Synaeresis, Wend Poetry, Vayavya, Ann Arbor Review, Nebraska Writers Guild, Poetry Centre San Jose,Underground Writers Association, Halcyon Days Magazine to mention a few. His book Poems of the Void was the finalist for the EYELANDS BOOKS.

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