Mocked I was for my colour,  My race and my hair texture.  My diction was made fun of,  Making me feel small in front of the world.    I withdrew into self,  Became quieter to the core.  Introspection helped a lot,  As...

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...

The child all of four, Was assaulted by one and more. Poor soul bled to death, Is humanity under dearth ?   A girl in her early teens, Was crumpled by boys so mean. The scar that they left, Was more than...

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...

With her crumpled dress and bruised body, She wondered aloud, If dad had waited till the bus came,  I could have been saved.  If mom had allowed me to learn karate,  I would have defended myself.  If the boys were...

  Flowing like a little child,  The gurgle is the laughter, so mild  Que sera sera, the attitude,  Oh! How much I envy you.    Making merry on the path you flow,  The plants and grass really glow.  Your speed increases bit...

There, in the erstwhile Travancore,  Lived Nangeli and Chirukandan.  A happy couple that they were,  But were bound to the rules of the Pravathiyar.* Women, of the lower castes,  Couldn't cover their breasts,  Shouted the rule, oh! Wasn't that injust?  If...