Poetry

Being a woman myself, Is an honour I feel, Every soul in which is a truth, And not a character amidst the reels. It is the story of every woman, Who carved their own destinies, Believed womanhood is a pride, And buried alive all their miseries. It...

His face dropped with a frown, Forlorn and alone, he looked, The stony blue eyes were raging a storm, Confusion laced with grief and pain, As he racked his heavy and drooping brain, he couldn’t remember anything, His mind groped for a sliver of a...

Blue-green eyes of a forlorn man, distraught with grief and far beyond, Aching tears welled in his eyes, fell on his boots without a second thought, brown and (slightly) speckled were they, an alarming expression clouded his face, death shrouded his beautiful and endearing...

Keshav Venkataraghavan, or Keshav, as he is popularly known, is a Chennai based cartoonist and illustrator, who is currently one of the chief cartoonists with The Hindu newspaper. He has more that over 15,000 political cartoons and over 10,000...

The sun asked me a question that I could not answer, He said "Why in the night lays awake the dancer"? Even though he is awake under my light, But why your mates are amazed by him dancing at night? He asked me...

Gulzar, a name and an identity, or rather an adjective that not only does construct a poetic aura but also a sense of commonality that represents the beauty of life.   He is one of India's most eminent writers and probably...

Because I believe, the true manifestations of thoughts cluster only due to the intoxication of nature. While I am engrossed in perceiving those alluring and magical winds, what reflects is the vivid sight of the loquacious birds that seem...

The Remains of the First Love ever I’d never known I’ll lose this feeling one day, Love always won, they say. It was definitely love at first sight, No matter what, you always showed me the right. I still remember your shy face in...

I stay silent, amongst my twinkling peers, As I watch the eight year old, who fears, Compelling his mother to move his toys inside, Lest they get lonely and scared in this night sight. I'm in a shape, yet...

The night is same, Dark and vast, And lifted with gloom, Like any other night. But today is special, As bright fireworks, Like positive uplifting agents, Brighten up the gloom, Again and again, As though no force of darkness, Could ever stop them. Yes, Diwali is here again, To lift us...