Category: Poetry
Pen to paper
Floating in the mind are stories to pen emotions of unnoticed ladies and gentlemen meandering, looking out for leaves embrace them all, without motives, malice. Their skin, kith and kin, to matter least patient pages like earth, to drink the ink at ease no questions asked, no judgements passed fables of colorful days, simply present from the past. Once written […]
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Lines do not come from me they do, through me, says Rumi*. Yes I know we steal the tune in every day and night to prune with or without the witness of the stars rises and falls, lies in our hearts comes out as words, humming breeze in seconds, as thousand memories touch the leaves or the flute as fruits […]
» Read moreBumping Into Katy Near The Doctor’s
Alluring Absence
two small poems
Dead-and-alive Verses on pages fall beyond rehearse as reserves in thoughts progress, reverse lines lie dead like writers’ hearse, revealed and alive by healing readers. Gears Eyes and ears are drivers of a kind hands that compose through light and sound as organs they nest inside the mind to chirp the tale of what is around.
» Read moreTake an apple break
My cell has become my cell but worse is desktop, I can tell I have ceased to breathe free to be under a winsome tree in garden of flowers and fruits to retrieve my fading roots. Nature I see on screen but the one that’s out serene I ignore to see and smell this weakens every cell I run tad […]
» Read moreGoddess in Distress
It’s Been A Good Day
Sizzling Symphony
On the terrace, on a lazy Sunday morning, as I stand breathing petrichor, with an approaching storm, my attention suddenly gets diverted, hearing a faint whistle. What happens next? Image: Gomathi Mohan
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