What a storm it has been. Cyclone Michaung is about to land north of Chennai, where I live. This is a poetic rundown of my day that I will remember forever. Little stanzas tell the story of a long day of rain and winds. Poem: The Day of the Storm The little innocent drizzle Innocent puddles…

This is my second rain poem, as cyclone Michaung forms from a ‘deep depression’ in the Bay of Bengal and may make landfall north of my city in Chennai, India. This poem flows as I see the mood swings of the pre-cyclone weather playing truant. MOOD SWINGS ( of the weather) Moods swings of the weather Gloomy…

A clear sky burst open after the weatherman’s warning. Dec 2/3 — Cyclones off the Bay of Bengal. Poem: THE STORM IS COMING A pause in the downpour brings the morning calm A clear blue sky Floating fluffy foams doze of bright sunshine The soft touch of the breeze The shiny green leaves still, and don’t quiver The raspy voice of ravens A strong dose of reality And of course - the sounds of cars and bikes

How we want some people to change. They, seemingly can’t. But I believe they can. Poem: CHANGE People who never change Finally, change if they carry scorn That is stuck like a thorn that burning fire of deep-rooted vengeance will burn them from both ends unless they remove the prickly thorn and extinguish the fire of scorn they will be extinguished themselves and that is a…

An adoration from a close friend who bought a copy of River’s Heaven made me think — I got stuck with shadows and then wanted to write a poem. Here is a brief, beautiful piece. Poem: A dance party A soft breeze starts the flickering struggles of a candle flame But it is dance-party time for the shadows. ~Ashok Subramanian © 2023 #candle #flame #breeze #shadows #light #danceparty #poetry #poetrycommunity

I am filled with you, my dear. The emptiness I felt is now gone. Poem: I AM FULL OF YOU I’m so full of you Like the daffodils Filled with morning dew Floating in the deluge Of your nectar deep within Yet I am drowning Your image fills me Behind my closed eyes A glimpse so deeply divine My nostrils flare in full Drawing in your aroma Filling me with you Like an unleashed horse Galloping without a race My heart jumps in joy

My review of ‘The Boy in the Stripped Pyjamas’ prompted an emotional response from my son Anirudh Narayanan.A, as he ordered a copy of ‘The Diary of a Young Girl’ by Anne Frank. Like all youngsters these days, his attention span did not allow him to read the book. That…

However hard and cold is the heart today, it did melt like chocolate for somebody, sometimes, somewhere for everybody. There is no escape from love. Poem: EVERYBODY LOVES SOMEBODY Everybody is in love with somebody If not every time, surely sometimes Somebody once in a lifetime Somebody through a lifetime Beside the sternum, inside the ribcage The little…

This has been a busy week with virtually no posts or poems. Well, not exactly. My health has been a bit staggering, and work is drowning me — it was time to look out for my fellow poet Priya, who herself has been stuck in a busy week. …