Laughing through the laughter group, I feel your energy flow, It is indeed fun being in that troupe. My tongue now satiates the tasty soup, About you I get to know, Laughing through the laughter group. How difficult it is to bend and scoop, But, you...
Beep, beep, said the heart, machines made a start, With wires. Surgeon did his art, my thoughts raced apart, Full fires. Did he do his part? Justice did impart? Heart tires. Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash *Written in Artoonsinn Poetry Parlour for Poetic...
Existence, A biggest question, When yours become alien Alien tries hard to absorb you You gel in, yet feel left out. Feeling lost in crowd, Refugee. Trying to embrace, Adapt, survive and sail through The challenges that you didn't ask for. Despite being uprooted, ...
There is a limit to endure, Calling names isn't fun, You aren't safe, if I ain't secure. Can you all be a bit mature? Realise I am only one. There is a limit to endure. I am not very sure, Of my survival, when belittling is spun, You aren't safe,...
Life sprouts, flourishes, With hopes, determination Spring just breathes freshness. Give up, just move on, Autumn's mantra for mankind. Quite sensible right? Losing everything Yearning for warmth and comfort, Winter, harsh teacher. Summer teaches...
A voice... gifted, divine, Melodious, soulful Enthralled us long ago, So Lovely it sounded That I never let go. A voice... Gifted, divine, Made us fall in pure love. Even the hearts of stone, Melted fast when he sang, For someone who's our own. A...
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 warmth. A fabric that sniffles with us in our...
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 cry? She was all 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, which he enjoyed. Going along the societal...