Deep within, the Recluse and his Muse sit arm in arm.
Limbs intertwined in passion.
The Recluse indulges his Muse,
Time forgotten, space confined.
I am without you, within you, the Muse muses.
I am the screams of silence.
Like a warm blanket in winter
Protecting you from the winter winds
Hibernating away from the frostbite of life
Shovelling away the snow of failures
Building the igloo...
In torn half- pants the burnt bread,
Hunger haunts hunger.
Sinking twinkling in ocular hollow,
Death peeps through veiled skeletons,
Uncaring wind weaves the sad epic,
Bishu Munda of...
Renowned literary critic and educationist M Leelavati was bestowed with the prestigious 'Mathrubhumi Literary Award' for this year.
The award, instituted by the leading Malayalam...
Let Earth burn, explode, become past tense
tottering under the onslaught of violence
Let soulless bodies gently slide
into the cosmic chasm, deep and wide.
Gun-toting youth, ships...
An afternoon delight gleaming in
the corners of my eyes, made me
feel beautiful and entitled a right
to allure the slanting sun.
Tilting my head on window,
I...
The word slept on its way
from a heart to another.
when it woke up,
it was amidst thousand other sleeping words.
panicked, lost, helpless,
the word went back...
