Poems

Hey everyone! This is the page where I show my love for poetry and some of my own work. I've been writing since a few years and a lot has changed since then, including my style and the types of poems. This page celebrates that and shows you the change in my work starting from one my first poems. Hope you enjoy! 😊

My Mother's Eyes

There goes a brown boat in a white river,

That is my mother's eye which just shivered,

That brown eyeball is also a ballerina, dancing gracefully,

In front of her audience, the eyelashes,

When my mother is angry,

The brown moon breaks up into half,

One part drowning in the white river,

But when she is happy,

That half moon finds its happy home,

And when my mother hugs me with love,

Her eyes calmly and gently close,

And when she falls asleep,

The white river, brown boat, brown moon and graceful ballerina,

All disappear.

The Umbrella Bird

In the middle of monsoon

I saw a bird which wasn't an ordinary one.

It was dancing in the rain!

It couldn't be a peacock

or maybe..

Didn't open its feathers Just made its wings

An umbrella!

And it is singing a song

Tweet.. Tweet.. Tweet..

It couldn't be a Nightingale

Or maybe..

Just tossed the hood into

An umbrella !

There it goes and I follow

Many of them around and

One bird chirped "Who are you

peeping in our home?"

I gently told my name

And asked "What bird are you"

Then it rained heavily

Birds popped their wings and hood

And laughed merrily.

Water

Myths and legends say

It is extraordinary

For it can change form

We ask ourselves

Does it have a master?

Or does it master itself

We do not know

Some call it ocean

Some call it river

Some call it rain

Some call it snow

God says it is a mindless shapeshifter

But I say we are blind

To all the powers and secrets

Behind one drop of water.

A Grim Tale

I see happiness when darkness surrounds me,

My eyes enchant those in greed,

While those in doubt will be freed,

Those who see me tell he who remembers,

For I am not a phoenix burnt with its feathers,

You may think of me as a saint or an author,

But truly from inside, I am a big monster,

Everyone starts off with a grim tale,

But try to look for happiness when you are in fail.

This poem is dedicated to my wonderful grandmother, Smt. Tulasi Venugopal, who was my inspiration to begin writing and also one of the people who showered her passion of reading over me. I had written this poem the day she had passed away which is why it is very close to me. The poem signifies her the way I saw her as a child, a radiant goddess of wisdom, nurturing, protection and beauty. Three years later, reading this poem makes her faint shadow even more opaque. I just wanted everyone to know her radiance through this poem. She is my love and my light, my ajji.

The Sleeping Goddess

We are just disciples,

In her divine presence,

She shines like the sun,

On a bed of flowers,

And here we are,

Looking at her face,

Forgetting

She has left our world.

I Look Into the Sun

I look into the sun,

Challenge it to look back,

Determined to get one of its beautiful rays,

I contest the river,

Screaming to match its gushing voice,

Trying to show her that I am not weak,

I ridicule the Earth,

Building a pile of dust of and stones,

And comparing them to the great Himalayas,

Yet contest none had had with me,

Nor were they angered by my words,

For there is only one person in the entire universe,

Capable to forgive no matter what the child does,

My mother.

The Axe That Created

Anger, such a cruel emotion

How can it create this land of peace?

Parshuram flung me

Into the waters

The sea king retreated

How would I even know

That I was the one?

I have seen battles

Bloodshed and death

But one needs peace

Peace with the inner self

To become one with god

But I

How could I be worthy?

I, who has killed without remorse

Create a land of such beauty

Such diversity

Laden with rivers

Hills right next to them

Coconut trees as far as the eye can see

The sea in the west

The majestic sea whom I am indeed indebted to

Happiness is all around

With joyous festivals

Onam can truly bring everyone together

With flowers, food, family and the harvest

Celebrating the return of Mahabali, our great king

The land of Kalaripayattu

With the grace of Mohiniyattam

The mesmerising sights of Kathakali

The devotion of Theyyam

Embellishing the beauty

I gaze upon the Anamudi

Standing tall

The Periyar flows below

Emptying itself into the sea

Where I lay forgotten

I am an axe of cruelty

An axe of blood

An axe of honour

An axe without regret

An axe, who created God's Own Country.

Rain

A grand celebration

Tears filling her eyes

As she leaves the clouds

She gazes beneath the sky

At her husband from above

She rushes down, lost in ecstasy

The wait for the bride

Restlessness amongst the crowd

Gathered below for a glimpse of the lovely bride

Her blue eyes

And her coy manner

Her beauty and her smile

He was a lucky man

The trees silently wait

The animals sing songs in her praise

She comes rushing down

To be with her lover

For eternity

The flowers look up

Her speed profound

Yet her softness hides it

She touches the soil

And seeps under the ground

Sown in his heart

The rain.