Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Sinful Melody--By Shloka Shankar--India

Sinful Melody

The soundtrack
of my life is
a sinful melody

caught between
two worlds, I'm just
a tuneless whirligig
of emotions

broken keys
and staccato verses,
my brazen desire
for the unreachable
gnaws at me

I wait.

I wait.

I still wait.

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.


  1. Hello, Shloka. Your poem reminds me of how the world gets out of sync and wreaks so much havoc upon earth's inhabitants when this occurs. We must, the world, that is, must surely be out of sync right now with all the dissention and hatred going on today. We all wait and pray for harmony but there will always be people who are out of sync, full of hatred and venom and that is the way life is. Great poem that makes a person think......... Sheri

  2. Hi Shloka. Thank you for the reminder that we all have a long ways to go in this world we live in. None is perfect, but we strive daily to do the best we can. I really enjoyed this. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    Very nicely written, Joyce. Who else will there ever be when all is said and done, but God? I enjoyed reading and meditating upon "All Is Not Lost." Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (www.tgbtgpublictions.com)

  3. Shloka, there are many of us whose desires seem unreachable. When the inspiration for writing eludes me, I do feel like a "tuneless whirligig of emotions."

    Many writers will relate to the thoughts you express in this fine poem.

    Best wishes,

    1. I'm really glad you feel the same way, Carolyn :) Thank you so much!

  4. Thank you, David Austin, for the following--

    The painful waiting is dramatically brought out.

  5. Thank you, Linda Hurdwell, for the following--

    I can really identify with these words. We always wait and, hopefully wait.