National Poetry Writing Month saw  Poems flowing in from every nook and corner,  Writers brought their thoughts to words and drenched Mornings and nights in their verses.    Nature, mythology, life experiences  Posed well as our muses,  Wrinkling papers under our...

Soulful verses, at times Seething with anger,  Alleviated the pain and Acknowledged the efforts too Youthful at times, made one Yearn for more,  Opus magnum some were, some Oozing out humour,  Negatives were blown away, Nurtured was the...

Wibbly wobbly is what I feel As I touch you.  How colourful and beautiful you look,  All alone, you are so cute In a swarm, you are dangerous too.  Your sting scares me to death.  Am your friend,  So sting me...

Your slender and sleek body,  Oh! My hands yearn to hold you.  The black attire, sometimes green,  With a golden crown,  Makes you stand out in the crowd.  You come fully fed at times,  But I love when I feed...

Black or white, elegant or rags,  Eyes speak in volumes of the  Ageless beauty, and confidence, Untold feelings that reflect  Through them : the eyes, that Yearn for and give away affection. Photo by Drew Dizzy Graham on Unsplash

I was called a pusthakapuzhu,  As I slept and woke up with books.    Books were my lifelines And my best friends too.    As days passed, I joined the rat race And the pusthakapuzhu in me went into hibernation.    The lockdown...

Like the fallen leaf, Our life's pages fall apart, Making it unique.   Each leaf that falls down Has plethora of stories That are so special.   Nothing can be a Better learning than these life Experiences.  Photo by Mitchell Luo on Unsplash

Liar, they were called for They wrote cute and lovely lies Just like a small child.