Pentastich is a five line poem. The poem I have written has a twist though. The first line must be added to all verses in this manner. Repeat the first line in all five verses/ stanzas. First verse: a, b, c, d, e Second verse: f, a, g, h, i Third verse: j, k, a, l, m...
The month of April shines under the canopy of golden shower. Image Courtesy : https://www.istockphoto.com/photo/kanikonna-flowers-gm839177708-136627157
Write a will they said But of what? I just wondered No penny earned, saved. Photo by Melinda Gimpel on Unsplash
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 talent, Absorbed into the...
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 not, my dear. Photo by Joel Filipe on...
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 you the magic potion myself. Your golden tooth, so sharp...
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 had to come, For me to wake...