Slow death – Pratheeksha Susan Jacob
*Slow death* I’m happy in her arms, Her arms clad abreast, warm While I live in a world illegally Claimed…
*Slow death* I’m happy in her arms, Her arms clad abreast, warm While I live in a world illegally Claimed…
poem by Tagore. When I’m dead. Your tears will flow But I won’t know Cry with me now instead. You…
The flight was swift and gentle. The waves, wind, whirles, blues… Ah! What a depth. What a taste! The umami,…
When the yellowing leaves wither I shall remember my dearest Once so green and full of life As pretty brown…
Every evening, when the sun is about to set, the birds, chirping loudly, in flocks, and flying back to the…
You might have not seen me, I am a wanderer. I seek the flakes, the petals The fragrance, the density,…
There is beauty In every losses. Day is lost, So that the night beauty Can be seen . Waves are…
A phoenix flew across the Orbit Twittering sound of heartbeat The spirit spread into motion My head is spinning The…
When one spills poetry with her ink All others think the sky to her is pink Or that she inhales…
It was a game. A simple game! Just they had to Put some dots. There was a paper. A white…