The moon squelches a thousand tongues With her resplendency. She glides through a Tapestry of grey cotton and cerulean fabric, like a brave queen On a palanquin. She is a
The moon squelches a thousand tongues With her resplendency. She glides through a Tapestry of grey cotton and cerulean fabric, like a brave queen On a palanquin. She is a
Behind this invisible door writhes my discreet love, still waiting for you to spare a heartbeat for me. ©Kavya Janani. U If you are in love with my poems, please
Poetry grumbles to the velvety violet sky that it cannot hold my Charcoaled grief in its calloused hands. Yet I pour all my Aggrieved oceans into its warm palms. Though
Stuffed with heartbreaks, my amorphous verses Search for a home in your Frivolous heart. With rues in my veins, I splash on this Crystal shimmered waters, craving for a shore
Hi all, I hope you’re doing well. I am here with a quick announcement. As you must have noticed, the haiku section of this website is longer than the other
Why should we write these experiences into verses that people don’t understand? But we must. Without this inky Outlet Without this shiny Honeycomb Without this amaryllis-clad Savior Without this phantasmagoric
You opened a portal that led to happiness. I stepped into it With excited feet, only to find you Careening into a past that still broke you Like you were
The only thing that felt like music to my longing ears were her suckling, suckling, suckety-suck. I sang to her songs about How my milk nourished her, the tunes being
the moon drinks my bloodfrom a cloud-crusted gobletstars gnaw at my fleshI fill all the sky-washed platesdaily cosmic offerings ©Kavya Janani. U If you are in love with my poems,
I was too empty for words. I had exhausted my vocabulary by writing poems about How he didn’t love me back that my veins had tangled With acute alexithymia. Now