Alas, I am stuck In the crevices of timeRoot, branch and leaf,And all my persuits To extricate myselfFrom this messare staunchly thwartedFacing stiff resistanceFrom my own ilk,My unruly branchesA nearly crooked trunk With its covetous barkRough and dark,Leaves, tender and ancient,Whistling two hoots for me in the windSitting tipsy on the roof of sorrowOf their forefathersLike the telephone…
In the realm of life, a truth we find, Indulgence is not happiness, it’s a bind. Cool restraint, a serene embrace, Guiding us to a tranquil space. A wild mind, an animal untamed, Disastrous results, when it’s unrestrained. Regulated thoughts, a steady guide, Leading us through life’s turbulent tide. Unbridled actions, a path to…
In the midst of exams, stress so high, Students struggling, you can hear their sigh. Sleepless nights, faces tired and bored, Mind overwhelmed, feeling ignored. With trembling hands and hearts flutter, The weight of exams, like a heavy shutter. Parents’ hopes, expectations soar, But their pressure’s weight, one can’t ignore. The syllabus, a maze, hard…
In the land of South, where spices reign, There’s a drink that stirs both heart and brain. Kumbakonam’s famous degree coffee brew, Its aroma and taste very fresh and true. It starts with beans, roasted to perfection, Ground finely for a brewing concoction. In the filter top, it meets hot water, Decoction filters down that…
Woman is one who gives you birth, When God created her, God created the Earth. A woman is one who sacrifices her dreams for others, But why do we cut off their feathers? She is really brave, Shame on them who treated her as a slave. She is always fighting for her rights, Don’t…
In the realm of India, a leader stands tall, Narendra Modi, heeding the nation’s call. With vision bold, he charts a course anew, A journey marked by dreams pursued. From humble roots, he rose to steer, Through trials and triumphs, year after year. With charisma’s grace and determination’s might, He guides the nation towards…
“An Adamant Poem” captures the poet’s struggle with writer’s block. The pencils and pens are portrayed as petrified and alarmed. The poet feels frustrated in trying to write. Despite their readiness, no inspiration comes. Words seem stuck in hibernation or trapped in imagination’s womb. The plea for emergence and wisdom reflects a longing for creative…
In the land of South, where spices roam, There is a snack that’s far from alone. VADAI, they call it in South, VADA they call it, in north. Sibling of idli in the morning breakfast, With Black Gram’s embrace, its journey starts. Jumping into oil, like a daredevil sprite, Emerging like a blonde, a crispy…
A rotting leaf in the Bougainville Park, that I clicked on the first evening of this year, haunted me for days, resulting in an experimental poem in surrealism. Pray assure me, don’t I resemble Neil Armstrong’s stamped foot on the moon’s Tranquility? Perhaps, more likely I am the fossilised remnants of an ancient sole…
My non Tamizh knowing North Indian friends, when they came to know that I have written poems in Thamizh, wanted me to translate them into English for wider readership. I bowed down to their request and translated my Tamizh poem on YOGA into English. They liked it very much. I thought I will share the…