Sunday, September 7, 2014

Blackout--By Shloka Shankar--India

Blackout

The engine gently chugs past
as it marks the countryside
with its puffs

a panoramic view
unfolds before me,
like scenes from a flip book;

slowly, then all at once
we’re plunged into darkness...

hellish screams
from infants set my hairs on end
as I sink deeper into my seat --

waiting for the light at the
end of the tunnel

not so much from fear,
but for that light-footed
fairy called Hope.

Shloka Shankar resides in India, and works as a freelance writer. A contributing poet in over half a dozen anthologies such as The Dance of the Peacock, Traversal of Lines, Family Matters, Emanations IV, and Rainbow Hues, among others, Shloka has also seen her poems published in journals like Ekphrasis, Writers Asylum, The Literary Yard, Urban Confustions, Wordweavers, Verse Wrights, Miracle-ezine, and Cafe Dissensus.

12 comments:

  1. this is a beautiful poem from Shloka. Love the last stanza.

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  2. Nice work, Shloka. Thanks for sharing. Continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

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  3. Wow, Shioka! What a poignant poem so well written and full of imagery. Thank you for sharing your evident talent. I really enjoyed reading it.
    Charlene

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    1. Thank you for the kind words, Charlene :) :)

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  5. Beautiful visual. A short journey that has length and breadth. Ralph.

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    1. Thank you for that wonderfully crisp critique, Ralph :)

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  6. I agree some moments can become scary ones and we do pray and seek hope to emerge in one piece mentally as well as physically........... whew! That is quite a journey you took me on............... !! Sheri www.poetryandbeyond.net

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