Poetry

In English we say,  A fabric that's at least six yards long, worn by Indian women.  In poetry we say,  A fabric that carries memories and fragrance Of our grandmother and mother.  A fabric that is our solace,  Giving us...

Earth, all barren and dry,  Its cracks…so deep,  Is she about to cry?    Thirst was in its high,  As the rains fell asleep Earth, all barren and dry.    Ignored by the cloudy sky,  She couldn't help but weep,  Is she about to...

Born was a boy, to a simple family, In the tiny town of Ettayapuram, Having lost his mother early in his childhood, Subramanyam was brought up by his father.   An intellect that his father was, Pushed him to studies,...

Draped in simple attire of black and red, You were our sole messenger to the world You spoke our heart, when words remained unsaid, when you opened up, emotions unfurled You were fed news, that eagerly was read, Some...

Coffee concoction craving cups, Chilly crushed chutneys Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion. Collapsing cutleries Courtesy... Clumsy cooks Culinary crying compassion... Cacophony, commotion.

Words danced on sheets Like on sweets, flies, Or, streets with dust. My eyes just ache, It must, rest well, Else a hell it's, To tell, it's hard.   Poetry Style : Than-bauk Poem initially published in Penmancy for Taleathlon 5 event

I fear as I sit down to correct, English becomes a dreaded subject Cutted, drawed, noledge… what not they write, And I can just cry over my plight.    Poetry Style : Nashers Pic courtesy  : Unsplash First published in Penmancy...

My lovely aunt Ms. Brook, loves to cook, Oh.. Nothing from the recipe book. Wonderful tales she cooks, just like that, Masala she adds, leveled and flat.   Poetry Style : Nashers Pic Courtesy : Unsplash First published in Penmancy for...