The red vase is cracked infinitely,
Yet has not shattered to smithereens,
Suspended in time and space,
The crystal specks hang in there,
And the golden glow within seeps out.

The pain is its halo, Its crown!

My heart couldn’t digest you,
The pangs just fueled a fire,
A hunger that was never satiated,
Even When it was full of dull pain.
Unrequited faeces of my heart,
I finally had to excrete you.

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Shashikala Sasidharan

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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

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