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…

  From the skies above, it suddenly came down as a rock And with a thud its tender neck broke Before the double headed Eagle with his deadly beaks Cast in steel of brutality Could claim it and smother it and mince it To smithereens, Like that deadly grenade hurled from nowhere to the child…

In the heart of Mother India, steel tracks pave the way,A lifeline connecting souls, where travellers find their stay.Indian Railways, a nation’s pride, a journey rich and grand,A tapestry of stories woven through the vast and diverse land. From the bustling stations to the rhythmic choo-choo,A symphony of motion, a kaleidoscope of view.The whistle blows,…

He will not stop He will not require, He will not say no, He will decide about his desires.   The problems are galore, They come often and they go, They persist if you persist worrying, Otherwise like air, they evaporate and do not bother you anymore.   Learning from birth, Learning never stops, If…

In the realm of words, where thoughts take flight, A symphony of language, pure and bright. Poetry,                                  the art of condensed grace, Capturing                    life’s hues in a tight embrace. Complex                             tales in concise               attire, Pithy verses                        that spark                     the fire. A balm for                          wounds, a soothing song, In the heart’s garden, where emotions throng. Expressions                      …

BACK BONE OF INDIA Chug-chug, railway’s rhythmic song, Jug-jug, journey, swift and long. Oh, Indian Railways, we sing your praise, You connect                 our land in myriad ways. Every nook and            corner, you reach with grace, Uniting our                   country’s vast                space. Your massive               system, a marvel to see, Our nation’s NERVE CENTER, proud and free. Thirty…

In the dawn’s first light, WhatsApp awakes, Eyes on screens, as morning                         breaks. Coffee in hand,                   but attention              astray, In WhatsApp’s                   stage, conversations play. Groups galore, controversies                   unfold, Forwards                                                  cascade, stories retold. Black and white photos, memories shared, In WhatsApp’s world, connections are paired. Lonely hearts                       find solace in “Whatsappji,” The “Emoji”s                       dance in digital                     …

In Chennai’s heart, a cyclone’s rage, Nature’s fury on history’s page. Mankind’s errors, a heavy toll, Flood waters that drowned us all. Reduce burning fossil fuel, First step for nature’s survival. Ponds and lakes, a disappearing grace, Restore them now and create the space. Desilt the waters, let them flow, An urgent call, we all…