A Poem titled “Amma” – My joyful sorrow and my sweet happiness is none other than you amma. Coarsely gentle fingers, Sipping that early morning coffee. Lost in a trail of thought, Serene and silent you seem to be. Gossiping with dad, Trying to wake us up, “Is just another early morning for you”. Oiled … Continue Reading
I have never started a poem whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering. Robert Frost These lines sum up the art of writing poetry. Poetry as an art isn’t something grand or filled with verbatim but, it is us just discovering our thoughts and ourselves as we go on writing. I was barely … Continue Reading
Slow the pace to lifecame along days to findhaven’t so late to ridewhere to we seek and hide? Roved all these roads,to and fro the hill.Steep or heap ahead,hold they firm to will. A step or more to lentimprints carve all,rustless! not be silentlands the dream on wall. Drastic you feel nowconsistent, days prove onwhen … Continue Reading
