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.
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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.
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