Poetry

 

“How do 1 see the big picture and hold the world’s pain, and at the same time see all of the bright edges of joy? I think that’s at the center of my question.”
~ Poet Ada Limón

 

Love Made Me Do It

Love Made Me Do It

*   As you slip and fall, my thoughts are along with you atop the death train – la bestia. A smiling young man you were, one second ago,the next – a limp body in the overgrown unworn path.A heatstroke at 16 has sent you home sooner than you wished for. But is any...

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YDDO – You Don’t Die Once; A Poem On Redemption

YDDO – You Don’t Die Once; A Poem On Redemption

* YDDO – You Don’t Die Once A Poem On Redemption   Unless you're a mid-lifer like me,This poem ain't gonna hold your attention.   Now let's begin.Yes, it is possible. Yes, I said it's possible to press resetMany times over.   Seek your truth every new...

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In the Age of Dank Memes, Why Read Poetry?

In the Age of Dank Memes, Why Read Poetry?

* Just A String Of Words?   A good poem demands the dignity to be understood. History repeats in its resounding words. Repetition is a poem's strongest flavors. Poems are words with life because they're current and most urgent with their message to humanity. Yet,...

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The Mother Of All Emotions

The Mother Of All Emotions

*   Before you think you can put a finger on love, Think of the time you saw the size of the butter stickin your mother's pie. Think about how all your life,you'll work hard enough to make your mother proud,Yet, you'll look up to see if the whole world has taken...

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Still Standing, Still Standing..

Still Standing, Still Standing..

*   The below is a first person account of a village tree who lost the friendship of a small boy to the big charm of the city..    *   At day break, I wait for your shrill cries of laughter to pierce my ears..I ponder while I drink the primary...

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The Emigrant’s Anthem

The Emigrant’s Anthem

*   I   Pursuing dreams,First steps Beckoning opportunities,Across oceans Proud sacrifices,Glistening eyes   * II   Anxious freedom,Fertile memories Loyal sentiments,Burning dedication Liberating happiness,Humbled notions   * III  ...

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You Know You’re a Mom When..

You Know You’re a Mom When..

*   You've wondered about your fear of death, when the only thing you have always been petrified about is your child digging into that forbidden closet or the bathroom cupboard to find out the secret stash of “things”? You've looked down on the bathroom floor to...

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The Many Predicaments of a Single Woman

The Many Predicaments of a Single Woman

*   She walks as a liberal icon among peoplewho don’t realize their thoughtsare their barbed wires. She'll march the streets for the disenfranchised,and maybe for those born with ugly faces,but not for them who have the talent for picking the wrong men. What...

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Momentous: A Poem On The Value Of Time

Momentous: A Poem On The Value Of Time

*   It’s not the lack of money that makes me cry like my heart is about to burst.You want to know what it is?   It’s something you have or don’t more than I do, because there’s no straight finish line here.It ticks away silently mocking our indignant ways...

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When Home Is Still Here And We Aren’t

When Home Is Still Here And We Aren’t

*   Unlike refugees, who don't have a home behind or infront of them, we have a home. But,   Will it remember all those mornings that the woodpecker made mating calls from its roof?How on sleepless nights, someone read and made notes from a borrowed J....

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ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. (Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..)

ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. (Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..)

* * *   The original English version: Dear Refugee, my life must go on..  This poem appeared originally in The Saaranga Magazine HERE.    *   నన్నల్లుకున్న వెచ్చని కార్డిగన్, మెత్తని నా అరచేతుల మధ్య పొగలు కక్కే ‘లికరస్’ టీ........... పౌర హక్కుల్ని...

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Why Darkness Can Be a Gift

Why Darkness Can Be a Gift

*   If a person has any greatness inside, it comes to light, not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of one’s daily work.~ Beryl Markham   *   Years ago, you had looked up to see if anyone loved what you wrote.You tried to look in their eyes to...

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Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..

Dear Refugee, My Life Must Go On..

* * *    The translated Telugu version: ప్రియ శరణార్థీ! నా జీవితం ఇలా నడవనీ.. This poem appeared originally in The Saaranga Magazine HERE.    *   It's not too unthinkable,sipping licorice tea in my cardigan,And day dreaming of a life of civil liberties....

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