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Poetry

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Poetry

A Dreaming Rock – Sasidharan Cheruvattath, Kerala

Sasidharan Cheruvattath A midnight dream of a post meridian sun upon a redundant shore, of lurking iconoclasts, behind introspective rocks ruminating to set free the incarcerated icons, waiting for the idolaters. Voiceless, in the...
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Rhyming Rain – Thara D’Souza , Kerala

 Thara D' Souza Spattering and sputtering sprinkling the trees Pattering and pattering splattering the sheathes Shattering and scattering splashing the panes Rain like grains drains my strain. Slanting and...
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Hopes – K.E. Thampi, Kerala

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...
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City’s Seasons – Babitha Marina Justin, Kerala

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...
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The Dreamer’s Choice – Kamala, Kerala

 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...
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She’s Gone…… – Sethulakshmi

he 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...
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Ecstasy – Latha Prem Sakhya

Latha Prem Sakhya, a new generation poet declares her poems are more personal than social and express her own strong beliefs and convictions. She...
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Crumbling leaves…No, They are fragments of lives – Aiswarya T Anish

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...
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Mud Slinging

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
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I wait

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...
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