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Celebrating world poetry day with something I wrote this morning. There was an outage in our neighborhood and as a result, we had no WiFi for 3 entire days. I actually ended up reading a really good book, but life is hard with no Internet. Life is hard... Anyway, here is the poem. Unblinking I … Continue reading Disconnected – A Poem
I would not call myself as either a coffee person or a tea person. I don't need caffeine to wake me up. Most of the time water and some fresh air does the job. Coffee is an occasional treat that I enjoy a few times every week. But tea I seem to drink quite often. Only because my husband needs his … Continue reading Coffee Shops and Creativity
I went to watch a concert in the woods today. The music was lovely and I had a great time. This is something I wrote during the concert. Hot summer afternoon The breeze, soft and scarce Amidst the trees On the wet grass Sunglasses, hot and burning Like my cheeks Waiting for the sun to … Continue reading Post 32 – Symphony In The Woods (Poem)
Doesn't taste good? Fry the thing In hot oil If it still tastes bad Add some cheese And set it to broil.
I saw a video about Malleswaram on Facebook a few days back. I was at once nostalgic and also saddened. Nostalgic because Malleshwaram is special. It is where I was born and where I have spent many (maybe all) vacations as a kid. Saddened because the video reminded me about how Malleshwaram has changed over … Continue reading Post 30 – On Bangalore, cheese and the good ol’days
I was looking through my older posts on the blog this morning. I came to realize that I don't write as many poems these days as I used to. My blog was my corner of the internet to post poems and the occasional rant. Now it is the other way around. I rant more and … Continue reading Post 29: Quiet Contemplation – A Tool for Better Writing
An Old Poem, One of my favorites.
Calls me closer
The gentle surface
of my palm
feels the curves and bends,
used to tiles and carpets:
relaxes against the cold and rough
It brings me peace,
hold so much
and through them
I see the light
That I came here for.
(I found this poem when I was flipping through my journal. I had completely forgotten about it. It is not often that I like an old poem. Because I did not flinch while I read this one, I decided to post it here. That does not imply that this is my best poem so far. It … Continue reading Post 28: On Waking Up – A Poem
(This is Perspective, a poem I wrote while I sat by the window watching the traffic outside. It may not be much of a poem; let's call it deconstructed prose. I am not very happy with how it turned out. It sounded much better in my head, like most poems. I liked the idea, so I … Continue reading Post 27 – Perspective