Started To Write A Poem

February 6, 2014February 6, 2014

Missed Calls

February 6, 2014February 6, 2014

The Dashboard

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A Yarn Of Intensity

February 6, 2014February 6, 2014

The Skin Over You

February 6, 2014February 6, 2014

Not A Mere Tree.

The Blossom August 20, 2018
The tiny white bud on a verdant stalk unfolds. A routine phenomenon impresses a splendor. The petals unfurl one by one in a slow motion represent a sophistication. The flower blooms acquires an exquisite form symbolic of glory an untold fascination. I watch with awe keep near to the plants check them unfold exhilaration permeates. […]
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The Fortune Teller. August 17, 2018
A fortune teller is at the door. Dressed in a garb,orange predominant stripes of green and blue dots make him look weird. Amma, “I will tell you what is in store? Will predict with exactitude. Trust me”, he pleads. I bid him to go away. I am not interested to know the future as I am […]
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The Win Over August 16, 2018
With concerns in mind that of the past the days that have flown, the events forgotten, I pass the time. with no more of rejoice. The anecdotes throng the remarks struck sharp, an eventuality that penetrates, the insight validates the discomfort, I spend the duration with no rejuvenation. The tears trickle unchecked like the waterfall. The […]
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Vaijayanthi Emerges Negative August 15, 2018
Vaijayanthi’s attitude throws one apart. Imperial she seems a high handedness am unable to accept. Supercillious she is. talks with an air of pride offensive all the more. Critiques and criticizes all could be I this point might be you the later. I watch her close. Fascinated, I smile Restrain with discipline. Initial, she has […]
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Pallanguzhi—-Symptomatic August 13, 2018
Confined in a modest room for sixteen days. I drink sesame oil munched palm jaggery. I stay bored. I tiptoe, a deceit anyhow My watchful aunt stops me. Back in the room, I remain doleful. I call her names. Not aloud, she would flog me if she picks up. I stretch out on my rough bed. […]
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One By One July 29, 2018
One by one it goes on. Those which eluded have evolved. That which escaped are within grasp. Inconceivable a few days ago turns significant. Marvellous. Happiness prevails. A perfection, pleasing as well overwhelms. Experience a texture smooth and petal like. Tears of joy trickle. A reward, for sure though late, exhilarates.
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One of a Dare Devil July 23, 2018
Day before yesterday am at home, idle as ever. thought of an unconventional deal. An experiment. One of a dare devil. Beware of transactions be vigilant with transpirations warns the mind I reject the command one being ruled by the heart. Ideas show up in a row which to choose and what to follow I am […]
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One of my Cousins July 22, 2018
She is one of my cousins a sensible woman a contemporary, one or two years more or less. She is from a family steeped in tradition, orthodox in conviction, but stylish in outlook paradoxical it might be. Married into a community primitive in thought harsh in behaviour. Caught between the two, she encounters a meltdown. […]
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The Month Of Adi July 21, 2018
Adi is a month dedicated to Goddess occurs during middle of July to mid August where every Friday turns important. Remarkable being the month when weddings do not take placee a phenomenon to the Hindus. A thirty day period of worship where devotion holds the prime.. the mundane settles to the back. Communities celebrate with […]
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She is Andal July 20, 2018
It is love anyway dissimilar to that of man and woman different from mother and child unlike the one between the siblings. It is a liking anyhow. strange conjugation one might not understand being a human after all. It is one of platonic inconceivable to most that of sublime ecstasy purity in thought as well. I […]
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Meenas Poems

It is a spontaneous overflow of poetic expressions.

Day: February 6, 2014

Started To Write A Poem

Missed Calls

The Dashboard

A Yarn Of Intensity

The Skin Over You

Not A Mere Tree.