Author: Ram Sivasailam

Who I am? I would rather not say. However, of my inspiration there’s a lot I can tell you; they revolve around my circular lamentation of existence, the visages of nature (human and otherwise), pointless indignation, my childhood, romantic conflicts, and social, ethical, political and economic consternations.

Weak Platomic Forces

I see in your silence,a tree of life,with branches so highyou won’t let me climb. I smell your tears,off your pillow,from a heart so dry,yet so moist and weary. Wake up.Look around. Speak.Break out.From a hold so weak. I hear you loud,over your secrets,over what’s allowed,under your lipstick,I speak in tongues,I know I try,Fire in […]

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