In came the Melodies of summers past along with the crisp air, making me long for the Serene afternoons where music made love to me through my ears, While I
Just let me through those frosted memories and I’d bring poems of rage, hurt, and ache. I’d bring verses tinted with sepia. I’d bring words lost inside the vortex of
We are made up of swords and daggers. We sprout flowers only if we are treated with respect. We are termed as sacrificial when all that we sacrifice is our
This #TankaTuesday challenge explores Ekphrastic poetry, inspired by works of art. The artwork: Here’s my Gogyohka poem inspired by the portrait: Staring right at you, she revamps herself, Painting her
If tomorrow never comes,let’s go to the edgeof this planetand fall into an abyssmade of infinite todays. If tomorrow never comes,let’s intertwine our souls,breathe deeply,and freeze the present momentto an
The challenge prompt from the website: This week’s challenge is Synonyms Only. That means you have to select synonyms for the two words below. You can’t use the two words… instead, you
Something inside metightened like a fist.It took me a long timeto realize thatThey were my dreams,coagulating to becomea ball of nothing,As I maundered throughthe lanes of busyness. ©Kavya Janani. U
Today marks the 2nd anniversary of my poetry collection La Douleur Exquise. It’s a collection of poems on unexpressed and unrequited love, as seen through the eyes of a woman. Since its
How long did you cradle me in your calloused hands before I ceased my newborn shenanigans and fell asleep? Did the others notice your papery hair already freckled with greys
Sleep tiptoes inside my skin, like a thief entering a familiar house. Drenched in his sweat, he waits, for the right moment to steal the energy I made love to all day. Sleep drugs