It’s my heart’s elation It’s my hope and desire It’s my song in the air

I miss the blue colour, the song of sand, the gray dawns below the gloomy

A.S.Indira POEM NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY -Robert Frost Nature’s first green is gold , Her

I used to think that silence was a void that needed to be filled, But

Life I do realize Is a rigmarole May I amplify as to define it None

Gloomy midnight attired in pitch black burka Mounting chaos all-around and deep within Am I

Let us be crazy and elope To an enchanted island And find a cosy space

Arun Narayanan could be seen making his way to milking his cow. He was welcomed

Being nocturnal, the owl, sat on the branch of a tree, at midnight, said –

Sweet or bitter memories are treasures sugary moments can be stored like wine ,colourful and

The far away look in your eyes caused a shudder in me… Was it not

You may be heard or knowing Of drawing or building… Of course, I know To

When that voyage begins From the comforts of a sacred, serene shore; Children cry… Cry

The old couple, sat on a bench, in the park, where trees and plants are

My love, I’m sending your way , An unpenned letter forever, An uncoded love’s affair.