Every wave in my emotion Have covered every wave in our ocean see their search of misery and pain and worst get better to win when hopes come to me I have not yet spent Years in this earth Just... (Continue reading)
Babitha Marina Justin marriages are like migrations to cities, the unfamiliarity and the task of getting used to them; my weathered feathers in new city, combating heat and cold when the first summer climbed the greens stems to dry its... (Continue reading)
Kamala Once, I was a flower bud that flew off Thrilled and unnoticed. Traveled and meditated, On the soul mountains, Fished irresistible truths In the mystic ponds, Met several cavemen Who never existed, And one day just got lost. As... (Continue reading)
She sat weary and lonesome, game lost and life drained, stink of death smothered her, intoxicating her luscious senses. Held close to her heart was a fist, tightly clenched on the last pawn, she slept on its warmth these days,... (Continue reading)
Every rise hesitantly shines In anguish anxious dies; Leaves legacy of hopefulness, The world in darkness remains… That, what risen up ominous, Won’t fade away easy fast; God or faith or doctrine no; This blood thirsty dragon has… A rise... (Continue reading)
Premji is a talented poet born in a remote village named Madappad near Attingal, in Thiruvananthapuram District of Kerala. He is an automobile Engineer and a dedicated teacher. He is currently working as a lecturer in Govt. Polytechnic, Attingal. He... (Continue reading)
Latha Prem Sakhya, a new generation poet declares her poems are more personal than social and express her own strong beliefs and convictions. She was born in 1959 to parents from Neyyoor in the Kanyakumari district of Tamilnadu, India. She... (Continue reading)
when will MAN fathom his inexorable peril? As he rampages through time, oblivious of the devil. Vaporising the last drop of tears While drilling into mother earth’s ears. But he, insatiable in his sinful thirst Lets riots in his kingdom... (Continue reading)
Gilchrist said ‘Sachin’s a sore’ Vengsarkar said ‘Gilchrist’s a bore’ For all he wished was his book released, and the sales of which would soar Annie George... (Continue reading)
I Wait… The last birds return back, Lower belly of the sky reddens, Noises drown in dead silence, A lonely star blinks dimly In the distant northern sky’ I wait As a eager child to his Mom, I wait As... (Continue reading)