Poetry: Ch. Sravan

Ch. Sravan

Art of the Clouds

Sprinkling art on our fluffy bodies

Coloured with intangible paints 

With high-intensity wavelength

That cannot be held by paintbrushes

Which we borrow from our friends

Like the sun, winds, stars and rainbow

To name a few from the universal set.

The talent we possess is not in any human

Let alone artists to begin with

For with our skills, we paint and depict

Since the temporal flow of pre-history

Fusing havoc with a touch of beauty.

Hades’s furnace using the vermilion sunset

Showing the fiery fury

Tsunamis with raging winds and thunderbolts 

Sculpting oceanic terror into an artwork

Jewellery with the luminous stars of night

That no bride can hope to wear at her wedding.

Neither any museum big enough to store

Nor any worthy of being chosen 

To display our magnificent masterpieces

Showing the dance of nature.

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The Star of the Ocean

Trapped beneath the ocean of darkness

Far into the abysmal depths

Yet the lustre of hers remained bright

For she was a pearl so luminous

Even the oyster that contained her

Failed to conceal the light

That shattered through it and the waters

Freeing her from the confinement.

She took on the waves that came her way

Hindering the rogue waters with her melody

Surfing over like a ballerina

For her heart was not made of iron

That rusted with each blow

But sculpted into the epitome of beauty

Refined and smoothened with every hit

Making it shine like a diamond.

And there she was twinkling all over

Like the only star in the sky-like ocean

Brighter than the real ones up above

Singing the Oceanic Operetta

Becoming the jewel waiting to be adorned.

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For I Have You Around

Walking on the sand

In between the desolate land

That burns my feet up

But my destination is clear

And no doubt my arrival will happen

For I have you around.

Swimming upstream against the waves

Of the ocean seemingly enraged

Whose force can crush even boulders 

But I know I would reach the shore

For I have you around.

Climbing the treacherous mountain 

One false move, and into the doom 

Have to keep looking up and go on

But I no longer fear the altitude 

And I know the peak awaits

For I have you around.

Such is the bond of friendship 

That conquers the formidable of individuals

Hence refusing to give myself up to my fears

And to the difficulties I may face

For I have you around.

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Bio: Ch. Sravan, currently residing in Hyderabad, India, holds a 5-Year Integrated master’s in economics from the University of Hyderabad (UoH). His research interests lie in Applied Microeconomics, particularly Environmental and Energy Economics, International Trade and Game Theory. His hobbies include origami, poetry, numismatics and sketching.

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Setu, February 2022