Thank you Prabhu! Actually I commented earlier but somehow it's gone missing. Thank you so much for taking the time to list all the lovely poems. I do rememeber that sleek 10th std poetry book. It used to have green cover.

Another year, and it would be 25 years since we finished college. Twenty-five years since our motley gang of 5 had spent anything more than 5 hours at a stretch. In all this time, we might have met half a dozen times, but that was it. …

One of the ways we dig ourselves out of diffiult times is through writing about where we are, and sometimes, that one act itself helps us write ourselves out of those times. In writing...we write not just our personal journey, but also provide a map for someone floudering. And you have been my guiding light for the longest time, and especially in the last decade. Love u to the moon n back, ammu...my mottai!

Of all the things about my growing up years that I hold close, it is my days in a small town called Avadi in the suburbs of Chennai that I hold the closest. Our home, though tiny, sat on a huge compound that was over 9000 sq.ft in area. Roughly…

Long into many a quiet night, Perched on the threshold Between wakefulness and deep slumber, Lay buried untold, unsaid, unworded Shadows and light. Among valleys and hills Amidst deep gorges and ravines of rocks Sitting atop a hanging rock Between land slides and flood waters Come hidden gems, cut, uncut, broken Cords and promises In hidden smiles and smoke Between trees and breeze Walking into the unknown

In the long quiet between The killing and the smiling, With tears that lurk behind wooden eyes Come images, colors, and sounds Lapping on the doorstep Of goodbyes and nonexistent hellos. Snaking its way, quiet and insistent Come promises and memories Written and erased with blood With screams and choking Well past midnight and wakefulness Dissolving fear, pain, and wordlessness Building plans, dreams, and bridges

Often, in moments Of absent thoughts Or feelings, or breath Come air and light From lands faroff Lands of nothingness Lands of blue skies White snow and faint glimmers Where footsteps on sands of time Are written in red In blood, congealed with unsaid pain In breath, strangled in choke In words, unwritten in silence In tears, unshed in hope. Rivers that come undone In the throes of glaciers Melting and melding

What shall I forgive you for The moments you talked And I silenced, listened? The steps you climbed And I stepped on, fell in crumbles? The waters you swam And I swam along, drowned quiet? The gods you worshipped And I self-flagellated, impaled through? What shall I love you for …

It’s almost 48 hours since the very last of the movie’s credits rolled by. Yes, after a real longtime, I was so riveted by a film that I stood and waited for the very last of the credits to roll away. For the next few minutes as I navigated the…