Arjun Sahasranamam

 How I hate the waves for washing your footsteps away Even your memory is erased from me Linger a while longer..Sand whispered Tears and ...

 

 I had to raise a storm to wake you up, Rain whispered  Talk about pebbles on a window  How often do I get a chance to stay a while... My he...

 It rained till all the ink washed away A blank canvas for all thrill seekers Being moved out of existence And Life began.

This is one of my earliest poems..at least the first one preserved in writing. Hidden Secrets I would like to watch The days go by ...

I have received a few Johnson & Johnson gift sets for Appu with large bottles of shampoos, lotions etc. I do not use this brand for him...

Another one from my writings of yore. ________ Musings on memory The mind is like a forest in autumn - rich with the memory of bygone ...

The problems faced in motherhood are transient, what remains are the joys. When we are in the thick of things the troubles seem insurmounta...

My friend Ajay has written a wonderful poem titled A Lazy Yawn on his blog. It is an interesting address to the Sun. While reading his poe...

What all do I need to take with me to the hospital for the delivery? This was something that I had dwelt on and kept ready by around the 35...

A part of my earlier writings. A personification of the Sun's journey. It is rhyming and is very sing song in its metre. I can picture ...

Now that I am slowly settling in to my new home..and actually figuring out where all my thing are..I have fished out my small diary where m...

This is a light hearted take on the amorous escapades of Zeus ___________ From his seat on Mount Olympus, Zeus watched his kingdom. ...

Yesterday around midnight the rains lashed down. Lightning and thunder bore down on the earth, lighting up the night sky. I couldn't sl...

Yesterday around midnight the rains lashed down. Lightning and thunder bore down on the earth, lighting up the night sky. I couldn't sl...

The waits of motherhood The wait to conceive, for those lines to appear To see that heartbeat on the zig zagging screen To deliver, ...

I walked on the lush green grass As memories danced in me Of years gone by and lifes lived Of tears and smiles, real and imagined. ...

The secret language that babies and moms communicate in: Don't even think about it - The cry which emanates when you finally deci...

Kurumbinte kurrupukkal (notes from the mischievous one) His thoughts...My words This post will remain a work in progress. I will ke...

Have you seen baby elephants? For some time after birth they have no control over their trunk. It just flops around here and there. It is s...