Tracing pictures on old dreams,
Kept closed in dark iron bunkers,
Dancing feverish to a music in head,
Reliving ephemeral moments in love.

Scouring the end of worlds,
For something dear, familiar.
Celebrating a lonely pursuit,
For unheard graffiti of songs.

Like tied herbs in a potion,
Seeping with flavor fragrant,
But never seen when served,
You linger in me, unseen ether.

(c)Shashikala Sasidharan jan 9,2016

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About Shashikala Sasidharan Elambakkattu

Shashikala S. is Post Doctoral Research Fellow at Rutgers University, USA working on developmental genetic and cellbiology. She has a doctorate in Proteomics and Cell Biology (Bio-technology) from Rajiv Gandhi Centre of Biotechnology (DBT), INDIA. And is actively involved with academic research, but poetry and painting are her passion. She writes on the realms of cosmic spirituality,nature's mysticism and egalitarian philosophy. Her poems have been published Kannur University Magazine, Tellicherry, Kerala and in anthologies 'Resonance" by "Poets Artists Unplugged" and "Across The Way" and at

4 thoughts on “Ether

  1. VijayNair

    Unseen,unheard and yet so potent! A beautiful poem that recalls Keats’ dictum:”Heard melodies are sweet\But those unheard are sweeter’.


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