Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.
The life we’re given is on a thread, so wear it well.
Shelley’s servant”. Wasn’t that a wonderful gesture of humility by someonewho was such a great poet himself? And later, Bharatiyar had his own dasan, the poet Subburathinam, who tookthe pen name Bharathidasan. Subburathinam’s poetry inspired...
There have been times I’ve felt so much art in my soul I grew sick of artists.
A Strange Prayer:Dear Lord, I, the self searching illusion, has seen and experienced the outer world:relationships,success and failure,true friends, strangers and backbiters.I lived the different emotionsduring different seasons;I witnessed ups & downs,enjoyed love & hate,was...
Ideas must work through the brains and arms of men, or they are no better than dreams