#donamayoora
Two were suffocated
One stabbed
Four drowned
Three broken neck.
A massive shock for her,
articulated.
10 were over
None are forgotten,
7 irrelevant
but 3 where all 3.
She was asked to
portray all these
in a pie chart.
While he was eating
a blueberry pie.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Poetry is a poets work
in clandestine chemistry
no ethics exist there
other than poethics!
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 9:58 AM UTC
I see two people
so in love with each other
schmoozing numinous dialect,
only a purest of heart can fathom.
I see a kiss I hear it too,
I see eyes pinnacles
lips singing
and heart sinking in love.
Now, do not tell me
I’m seeing
a teaching of Venn diagram
on the display board,
and my explanation for
A intersection B is ludicrous!
Please do not tell me
I’m wrong.
It must be poetry
I'm seeing,
and I'm in love with it
more than anything else.
/*Orginal poem published in Mayalayam, translated by poet. */
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 8:30 AM UTC
You, the secret code
of a ship wreckage
inscribed with my name.
On a chariot of wind
Wearing a T-shirt saying
‘Sorry, I have vexed you’,
I’m sending you
a floweret form the sea,
Whose petals in-sync
with the waves in the seas.
When the chariot returns
Please do send back with it,
An acceptance footnote
for my apologies to you.
Like a bulb illuminating
on the speech bubble
of a cartoon character
I will find the map
en route to the land form it.
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC