#LessIsMore
Category: Poetry
WHEN DEATH KNOCKS AT YOUR DOOR
Birth is uncertain.But death?That is a certainityIt’s the only reality.So simple to understandYet, so hard to believe. People tread through the path of life;some lead,some live,And some give.Some sacrifice their life,While some others take it.Some save lives,Some on the other hand,crawl with the tides of time,awaiting,for death to knock at their doorWait for death to…
MASKS
Lost in this world of loneliness,Drowning in my own tears.Empty wall know the simulations.Why lose courage at that time?Is this about regret of living,Or is it the fear of stepping back?Biting lips everytime-A familiar ritual now,The words dissolve into silence.Though meant to be togetherfew are better left apart.Will I remove this mask everOr will this…
Fight?
I am lost in the forest.A glowing figure approaches me.I turn back- RUN!It grips me. ‘Who are you?’ I ask trembling‘Me?’ it chuckles‘I am the pain that you don’t share.The anxiety, eating you up like a monster.’The laughing gets louder.‘ I am your insecurities,And those mistakes that fill your being with guilt.’Closer. It’s getting closer.‘Leave…
Crimson stains and Heart breaks
It’s 2am.A cool breeze outside awaiting a summer’s morningThe pink in the sky announcing the break of dawn.Your eyes meet with the girl you’ve been eyeing for, in class the last few months.In fact she’s the reason you’re still up in the library.Your books spread on your deskHighlighters across the table, open and left to…
To Doctor Simon Hercules, Chennai
A time of high risk;He selflessly served them,He gave his life for them!But humanity was a lost cause.Hearts of stone was all they offered in return.He used his hands to treat them, serve them, cure them, love them even!In return?The raised their arms and attacked his corpse.They claim to be human. Where then was their…
Colors
Colours.If it wasn’t for the first time,I guess it would have been different.The pinch of blue in the cloudy sky,The dark brown skin of mine,And the brick red walls,are the first thing I see. Is it just me?Or is it the things I see?So vivid, so bright,For it is the first time I see light….
ನೈಜತೆಯ ಮೌಲ್ಯ
ಗರಿಕೆ ಪಾದದ ಕೆಳಗಿರುವುದೆಂದು ಅರ್ಪಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲವೇ ಭಗವಂತನಿಗೆ? ಬಾಳೆಮರ ಎತ್ತರದಲ್ಲಿರುವೆನಂದು ಬಾಗದಿರುವುದೇ ಇಳೆಯ ಮುಂದೆ? ತಾವರೆಯು ಕೆಸರಿನಲ್ಲಿರುದೆಂದು ಸಮರ್ಪಿಸುವುದಿಲ್ಲವೇ ಹರನಿಗೆ? ಯಾವುದೂ ಮೇಲಲ್ಲ,ಯಾವುದೂ ಕೀಳಲ್ಲ ಎಲ್ಲವೂ ಅವುಗಳ ನೈಜ ಗುಣವಷ್ಟೇ…… – Spoorthi D.C
Shadows Unborn
Unkempt are the creatures that creep the darkness – born of sweltering soulsCrawl underneath the surfaceSinging sick sadistic odes.Swaying songs- their serviceAppeasing the unseen devilIn a court drowned in madness Claiming deliverance from evil So divine, their disease That they dance, doll and drink Drowning doom from the rest,A deviant destiny! they think Flattering fallacies…
THE LADY 