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...
We are the reflections for the stars to gaze upon, upon a sea of glass.
There is a time for reciting poems and a time for fists.
The man is in his work,read it if you want to know about him.
Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.
Wordsare powerfulforces of nature.they are destruction.they are nourishment. they are flesh. they are water.they are flowers and bone.they burn. they cleansethey erase. they etch. they can eitherleave youfeelinghomelessor brimmingwith home.
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
Carry out your literary dream, no matter how unlikely it may seem…
Be true to your word and your work and your friend.
On the canvas of life,Every sweep of the brush matters,Counts for something…