Not A Man ; A Feeling - By S.G.Elakia

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 The only voice I hear in my silence.
which conveys all my emotions, not to anyone but myself
His melodies grows like aurora's flame, so beautiful that I go into dream.
His songs hit chromesthesia in my veins, and now I see the sound in golden rains.
‘Kanne Kalaimaane' - haunts my chest, the song which doesn't end - it echoes me.
No modern touch, just a vintage feel, which calms my soul.
Through the divinity in his voice, I hear what can't be seen by others
The symphony only he can compose, not just as a song
but destiny's voice - Ilayaraaja - my soul's only choice
-- S.G.Elakkia
 

✨ Your poem has found its home here. The way your words move feels less like ink on a page and more like waves colliding with the sky—raw, alive, and unforgettable. You’ve given us a piece of yourself, and that is the greatest gift a writer can offer.  Thank you for trusting us with your voice. From this day forward, your words are part of something bigger, something that rides beyond silence and into the hearts of others.  From now on, You are a StormRider. 🌊⚡ 
 

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