Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat? Extracting every remnant pain that lingers, In ways gentle it transforms your winters into warm summers, And infuses life with carnation colours. Isn’t Poetry a lifeboat? It portrays feelings that lips fail to utter, Opens gilded paths to...
‘Pick me up,’ said the big, bold jhumkas that still remained unwrapped, ‘ Please, use me!’ Said the extra dark smoky kohl eyeliner that was due for expiry, ‘ Let me kiss your lips!’ Whispered the bright red glossy lipstick that stayed concealed in the vanity pouch...
Breathing life into every place she enters, Her existence like the air is at times noticed only when she disappears, Meandering in ways unimaginable to every situation, Like water she shapes herself showing utmost determination, Embracing people around her with...
‘ Perhaps it’s my top,’ she thought and pulled it once more for the neckline to seem closer, ‘ Could it be my hair?’ She tamed a few strays and tied her loose hair into a tight pony, ‘Is it my jean clad bulging thighs?’ She placed her bag on her lap to ensure it was...
Mynahs and bulbuls delight her with morning melodies, Her heart hums with the gentle breeze, The window is a gateway to her weary soul, A temporary escapade from her existing hellhole. Skies paint a canvas in myriad colours, How her dreams dangle in vivid pictures, In...
eggs crack— the empty shore dotted with bobbing heads waves ebb and flow— blazing neons brighter than the distant stars traffic jam— ambling ridleys jolt to blaring horns *** Note : ( my haiku does not follow 5 7 5) I have tried to portray the plight of Olive Ridley...
I toss and turn several times in my bed, Yawn, stretch and let my resting limbs spread, With great efforts I reach out to snooze the alarm, Boy! Agitated seems my sleepy arm, Dreams that were paused play in my mind once again, Weaving scenes of fantasy, busy...
After gathering in absolute chaos A thousand thoughts take flight And tether in ways quite intriguing… A word links with other levitating words and slowly grows into a sentence, A sentence in succession mutates into verses, Artfully aligning in ways quite...
Perhaps rain is nature’s desperate attempt to heal the world, Her loud outcry to express her pent up angst… The relentless acts that humans inflict, Wound her time and again by their physical acts, How pained she is by the inhuman deeds of man against man, With...
‘Long hair is beautiful and a blessing ,’ people nonchalantly say, ‘My hair’ to others seems, an object of display! I wash, dry, oil, comb and let it sway, Glad that unseen remain a few errant greys, Braid it religiously taming every stray, Braving the hot,...
MY DEAR WIFE ( a fictional piece) As her lips curves on either sides of the cheeks, the dimples that bloom with a garden of flowers turn me meek, Her long braided hair when let loose to dance with the breeze, causes my heart to hopelessly flutter and at times...
There’s no dearth to the resources I provide, But the rules of nature you fail to abide, Will your greed ever subside? My hopes in you have long died. Your thirst for power increases day by day, Clouds pregnant with ego looms grey, The strong ones have turned...
Lost I seem, during my sunset years, Abandoned by my near and dears, My home isn’t the home it used to be, The warmth has faded into winters icy. The framed pictures on the mantelpiece, Seem like cherished moments from fictional movies, People whom I once called...
A lady gives ‘how - to’s!’ for a perfect glam, ‘Drink hot water for a healthy gut,’ says uncle Sam, ‘Manifest your soul mate through chants,’ urges a tarot reader, ‘Lift weights after forty,’ advises a gym trainer, ‘Follow my tips for cheap flight tickets,’...
No bricks, no walls, to bind me within, Nothing luxurious , no furnishings, Where seasons don’t matter, nor rain or shine, Where things stay put and seem exactly fine, A place where memories are pocketed in rooms aplenty, A place that spans across wide...
Under the Tuscan sky we both met, ‘Twas serendipity at play, The universe conspired and it turned to love at first sight, Enamoured in each other’s presence, we were moonstruck, The laws of attraction mapped our gilded journey, Tethering to the stars how we...
Sometimes when deafening silence fills the existing void Angels and demons –the yin and yang, whisper voices several, Though the origin is unknown, the ensuing inferno is vicious when demons rule, And the masks worn by such humans flashing ...
SONG CHOSEN: Tamil song ‘ Mutha mazhai ingu kotti theeradho’ from the movie Thug Life. I have translated the line. *** Can the raining kisses satiate the desires and cease? How untamed my verses seem entwined with impassioned pleas, The star studded sky sculpts the...
Mama! The fireworks don’t delight me anymore, How long should we play games of pretend? Scary it seems, the world outside the door. I feel frequent vibration across the floor, You ask me to stay put behind windows curtained, Mama! The fireworks don’t delight me...
Serene skies seem blissfully blue I doodle dreams from my makeshift tent, With all borders blurred, hands hold Bridging boundaries I hear hearts hum Moments merge, love lingers… But sirens sound, we shake, shuffle, Tremble, teeter, muster, migrate. *** POETRY...
‘HELPING HANDS, HEARTFELT HUGS’– Huge headlines harp, Heartless heroes honoured, Herds hover… Humanity hammered hindsight, Humility hurled, Hark! Hailed hypocrites haunt *** Poetry Style : Tautogram All the words in the poem should begin with the same...
Skies seemed serrated in hues grey, Deafening silence signals doomsday, Muted bodies ‘midst ashes and debris, Their ashen faces harboring dreams plenty, Alas! Some think war is for peace… ~ While I wonder how grey could be the colour of peace! Missiles are...
Walking up the mountains, Sifting through the deserts, Imprinting footprints along the river, Trampling the fallen leaves of forests dense, These weary boots of mine had seen the seasons change, I’d walked with them treading paths many, Searching for a place that...
As night unfolds Drawing the curtains of the day, Echoes of the mortal world slowly diffuse And I retire to revisit the tarnished paper Held within the confines of my mind… Etching the same dream that I weave every night I sculpt your face in wild imageries,...
Sequined songs of love I try to forget, Erasing every memory of you, Alas! If only our eyes had ne’er met, No seeds would be sown for a storm to brew. ‘Twas a fatal attraction, time’d stood still, We merged into a framed constellation, I loved the idea of you...
Stitching gilded moments into a colourful tapestry, Weaving all words I’ve garnered into unending verses, I’d revisit kaleidoscopic memories that waft across pages, Stitching gilded moments into a colourful tapestry. Weaving all words I’ve garnered into unending...
As I sculpt constellations in the canvas of your eyes, I’m hit by galactic love storms of every size, A black hole you seem, as I spiral and get lost in the abysmal well of passion, Time comes to a standstill, as our eloquent eyes exchange words in rapid succession,...
Walls seemed to close in, pockets were empty, End of the tunnel she wondered if she’d ever see, The soup had been thinned, how it seemed runny! In endless chores she had herself buried. The cracks in the roof yawned to spite, Shadows across walls seemed to fight, Days...