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.

A soul food that soothes my palette,  Nicely cooked rice Mashed well and mixed with curd,  Freshly sliced raw mangoes Tempered with spices and oil,  Oh! My mouth waters as I pen this,  This is indeed,  A soul food that soothes...

Moist rice flour,  Mixed with salt,  Layered within a cylinder,  With grated coconut breaking the layers,  Puffing like a steam engine,  It gets cooked.  Slender and soft,  When paired with spicy kadala curry* Is indeed a bliss to the eyes And a treat...

Books, made me drooL  A fan of them was I Not a single genre was lefT,  As I read them from time to timE.  Could I write? I thought oh! NeveR,  Till poetry made me go gagA And thus I...

The coin flip Decides Whether to bat, field.  The nation,  Sways to every six, four and wicket appeal,  Cricket, an emotion, that binds people.  Photo by Marcus Wallis on Unsplash