Childhood was a nightmare for her,
As she didn't enjoy.
Nothing was normal like others,
As she was the sole breadwinner.
Her family, dependent on her,
She forgot to enjoy life.
Money, care and security
Was all that her little mind...
The drops of rain trickled down her face,
Peeling off the makeup layer.
Aghast were the people who saw,
Purple spots as the mask uncovered.
What they saw so far, wasn't the real she.
What was seen now, the...
Amidst fading trees
walking hand in hand with you
is indeed a bliss.
Just like our pure love,
colours compliment the sky
and the crowning leaves.
Warmth of your touch is
like the breeze that caresses
branches in winter.
our divine union...
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,
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...
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...
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?