Poetry

Wind ( a poem )

The wind ran excitedly, Like an anxious young woman, Eager to share the secrets Which she heard the bushes whisper. Eager to share the tales Which she heard the mountains narrate. With the grand old trees Always pleasing, And sometimes annoying them With her chirpy chatters and endless musings. Love, ~Pramegha

Poetry

Waiting for the Wave

Days went by, grew up They turned into months My quill remain alone With no verse spelled out No poem, no prose The blank pages horrified There was an uneasiness A lot was felt, a lot was felt But nothing put in words I yearned for the calmness That spreads through creation. But wisdom talked… Continue reading Waiting for the Wave

Article, Campaign, Poetry

Woman Of Pain

Here is an extract from the poem, ' What are big girls made of' by Marge Piercy. "How superior we are now: see the modern woman thin as a blade of scissors. She runs on a treadmill every morning, fits herself into machines of weights and pulleys to heave and grunt, an image in her… Continue reading Woman Of Pain

Article, Poetry

Childhood and Nostalgia

"Childhood It seems Was another dream After a weary day The one in which you smile, And wake up With but few recollections Few sweet recollections Childhood It seems Has dissolved Just like some essence In the old books In the crooked drawings Which smell like it And which I can But see and laugh… Continue reading Childhood and Nostalgia

Poetry

(Untitled)- Short Poetry

A sudden grief shadows me How unreasonable is this pain Even the sweet chirping of the cuckoo Awakens the emotions again All the beauty around me And I, such a contrast When my surroundings laugh I force a smile and I believe this pain will not last. Sometimes nature urges you to smile and feel… Continue reading (Untitled)- Short Poetry