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...
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
A poem without metaphor is a gelding; useless to nightmares.
I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.
Don’t kiss me if you’re afraid of thunder. My life is a storm.
The man is in his work,read it if you want to know about him.
Snake’s LullabyBrother, sister, flick your tongueand taste the flakes of autumn sun.Use these last few hours of goldto travel, travel toward the cold.Before your coils grow stiff and dull,your heartbeat slows to winter’s lull,seek the...
Oh, mightiest wind,wilt thou cease thy breathing inand hold thy exhales?