That person, who searched for me, never found me. I wish I was with that person. On my journey, holding hands with her, facing the tempest of life together. Somebody searched for me But it was just a page in a chapter A chapter of my life And they could not find me A little paragraph never tells the whole story. But you could go home To your own place and people Who you identify with For to know me is to

At home, I expected peace — nice and cozy. But, there is trouble in peaceful land. My land. My home. She is wound as a spring and does not sleep. All I want is her to sleep. Sleep peacefully, and smile in her sleep. For I can get my shuteye…

This poem inspired by a Magz Alden post — I wonder where she collects these impressive art. The poem is about how ugly raven ( and their associated feelings) sound and feel better when near at home. Poem: Melting Raven The ugly cackle of ravens Sounds sweet at home their dark feathers wither into beautiful black their ravenous appetite is just mere homesick For all things look difficult when I am far away And everything looks good when I am safe at home.

There is that one person, who we are truly and madly in love with, in this world of eight billion. I feel for you, and want to be with you. Enjoy the poem. Poem: In a world of eight billion In a world of eight billion I can’t hear any heart beats I hear mine that beats for you cutting…

A poem inspired by the stars on the blue night sky. It is a short poem, but I loved the positivity of this poem. Hope you also like it. Poem: Richer from the blues When I just thought I was getting used to the blues I realized I became richer For I found two diamonds Sparkling in the blue night sky. ~Ashok Subramanian © 2023

How often have our work life turns dry? Emails, contracts, conversations — all are made of words which are business and contractual, with no soul of humanity in them. My search for some wet, moist human thing ended in two things — watching a single flower in an unwatered part…

26th February 2023 is going to be an interesting date in my journey as a litterateur — as an author, reader, and history enthusiast. a) In my story-in-the-making, ‘My Rainbow Bridge’, the protagonist Vanchi yearns to be in cities like Calcutta, Madras, and Bombay so that he could peel the…

In a world of eight billion people, we are truly and madly in love with that one person. For that person, our hearts beat and our soul ache. A poem that I composed early morning, just in a moment of love. Poem: In a World of Eight Billion In a world of eight billion I can’t hear any…

Priya Patel, the Prolific starts her poem with a poignant romantic tone. Her words are laced with yearning, while seeking the solace from the ‘feathers’ covering her to provide warmth. It is a metaphoric poem. Poem : Feathers fall Let all your feathers fall onto me like the gentle kiss of time Let the touch of…