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