3-7-1-7-1-1-0-0
byIn this abstract poem, with a number as its name, time slices the soul, perfection is undone, and colours fade away.
Art & Poetry
Daffodils Aren’t Roses
byWhen daffodils blossom, they carry the love of children; Simon Altmann’s graceful, elegant, and melodious poem.
My Father’s Garden
byHumanity is a continuum, a progression of life, from one generation to the other through a bond called family.
Rabindranath Tagore: The Painter
by“It is the element of unpredictability in art that seems to fascinate me strongly” – Rabindranath Tagore
White
byA white page is more beautiful than a poem; it is a funnel through which you can inhale love, exhale anger, and just be.
Four Tea Cups
byA meeting at a canteen is an act of love; couples drink each other, yet try to camouflage their emotions.
Rama’s Squirrel
byThe gruesome deeds human beings do in the name of God; with the knowledge that God is blind, deaf, and mute!
Predilection
byThere’s an internal inferno within you that extinguishes desire; burns your soul and becomes an absolute memory: death.
At Least Songs
byThe victor writes history. The voice and dreams of the slaves are relegated, brewing a revolution from a silent seed.
Lubbay
byA poem set in Kalapettai, Pondicherry; 1746.
‘Where I Come From, We Sing Poetry’ – Derek Walcott
byThe poet and playwright Derek Walcott, famous for receiving the Nobel prize in literature, lives through his poems.
This Alien Feeling
byHow does it feel to be happy? Is it an alien feeling or is is something that tingles your senses and makes you smile?
The Meadows Poem
byIs the modern meadow a smokescreen defined by the media and entertainment?
My Loss
byDo cheats and frauds get away with their loot? The idols we adore, the lessons we learn – are they all a smokescreen?
The Voice
by“Dare me to fight, My inner demons now. Teach me, teach me the devotion, Of your voice, its bass.”