If you’d believe in silly superstitions,you must be choking by now. Every moment would be taintedwith your incessant chokes. You’d choke to the heaven and back.On every morsel of the
Trapped inside the ice-box,amidst daily targetsand the staccatos of keys click-clacking,she grows invisible hands,reaching out to thefaraway seathrough the glass window. ©Kavya Janani. U If you love my poems, please
The air thick with silence I strive to embrace the joy found in this calm reverberation. What more can I ask for? I live in the now. I search within
This wave of divine love bestows unending bliss. I’d always reminisce Through my memories trove and find myself above my demons and darkness. Wave after wave it comes, seeping into
The tables turned in June. But it’s July bearing the brunt. The plane crashed in June. But it’s July where the wreckage is. The thunderstorm blew in June. But it’s
How do I stop this blistering ache? Poetry cannot be my salve anymore. All these cosmic signs are too much to take. I replay our moments for destiny’s sake. Unspoken
This time, I don’t want poetry to rescue me. I don’t want it to become my haven where I could stuff all this hurt and give it a voice. This
How do I define this? Maybe it just is. Maybe it doesn’t know that when I fall, I fall deep. I burn in this volcano, begging the void, pleading the
How evergreen is the silent morning!The sky silverish, birds gliding,and squirrels frolicking on the trees.Amidst all this, she is shroudedby the mystery she’s reading from the book,while her heart sings
Is there a world out there? I’d love to traipse through the amber creases, making love to the golden sanguinity of the dusk. The colossal sky-spread has no idea of