The bright canvas of nature,  Decorated well with the golden marigolds,  Against the azure skyline.  Swaying their way through the gentle breeze.  Oh! What a treat to the eyes.  Do I have a choice,  To silently tiptoe,  And be amidst this...

In the sleepy winter morn,  Like a glisk of warmth,  Creeped in the dawn.    The song of the cuckoo,  Chimed in  tandem,  As the sun played peek a boo.    The sprouting greens,  On the snow clad branches,  Looked so calm and serene.    The...

We inhale goodness, Positivity and reassurance,  When we read a nice poem Which fills us with freshness and warmth.    We exhale our feelings, troubles And our experiences,  As a process of venting out,  When we write a poem,  Which calms our mind, As...

Just as I thought I was done for the day,  My phone rang, scaring me away.  Guests were on their way,  Unannounced, but in gay.    All I had were some chapatis and onions,  And I got my companion.  Sliced them...

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...

There she lay, all torn and battered,  And lost in the woods Sweeping the floor in agony and anguish.     The air carried the waft,  That was known to her and That made her weary eyes open.    She sensed the presence,  Of...