an eye in one language is an ear in another Skyscrapers seen through binoculars transform into the cloud of sounds of people working, of machines clicking The storefront no longer a waiting space in rainy days, instead waves of footsteps drown the entrance Big black…

At this half mark, my muses beg me for respite; I drag them into my web, forcing another verse, with endless torment: craft me similes, make metaphors, for this scop — just one more

A childhood dream to reside by the nature’s realm, Scrapping skyscraper’s world, where nature’s not seen… Needling people chasing material beauty, Forgetting natural responsibility towards conversational duty… Saluting the work that a forest ranger does, Beating all the odds even the gumboots does he dons……

Own your disenchantment. Stay blissful engaging the tragedy There is meaning when you choose to die here. There is something real beneath the farce The mirror’s shadow held behind the glass Own your disenchantment. The descent cannot be avoided It is always lethal There is…

Look up to the sky The blue sky Wrapped with the thick cloud My heart beats so fast While i’m running I breathe the fresh air I’ve been longing for No skyscraper here I see animals Feeding their children I see field rice The farmer…

Every time I think about the awesome responsibility that parents have to pour into the lives of their children, I think about the legacy of life and The gift they will leave to all Mankind.There is no handbook that comes with the lives you create,…

I read about a call for poems about World Food Day with inspiring, forward-looking messages against hunger. You can read more about it on Laura Shoven’s blog if you are interested. I’m drafting a poem here for the Poetry Marathon. Quivering, savage, ravaging pain Intolerable,…

photo credit – Alexander Ant Four blue-dyed petals pressed to the wall With its tiny flowering tail Held together in strong twists Adding style and beauty Such colorful sign With same symbol Oval ends It’s yours Love.

Can we get some sense of sanity? The world seems to be breaking apart Am I the only sane one? Did everyone give up? What has happened here? Am I insane? Anyone? No one? Damn! –Surya T

Look me in the eye for twice in June Cuddle my eyes till the noon falls Ring my cowrie bell by moon And stay cool before rude I shall pen to book Fill it to full O’ so cool I am Me