My hands lovingly touched worn-out pages Nostalgia engulfed me out of the blue Redolence of memoirs graced with ages Shades of my past life in
Author: Ranjani Gangadharan
Ranjani Gangadharan is a homemaker from Coimbatore and a mother of a highly spirited 14-year-old. Writing is a passion to express her perceptions.
The Saga of Tatara and Vamiro
Adorning mighty wooden sword A generous and helpful Lord On beach, he heard a melody His heart swayed to the symphony An endearing first meet
Melody of Nature
Sounds of nature, panacea to my pains Incessant subtle rustling of the spring leaves Melody of the dancing drops of the rains Joyous Chirping birds,
Mystical Love
Krishna your entity, my life’s significance I feel alive in your mystical presence In my pain, a space, a stillness In my tears, a wave
Glorious Eventide
The evening cascades elegantly Painting the abysmal sky Auburn A serene aura descends in quietude As the sun gracefully bids adieu Delicate breeze sways in
Fraudulent Love
Her fake smiles and the shrouded pain The camouflaged bruises and scars Masked composure, hidden despair His way of love, a lie she was living
A Time–off With Solitude
A time-off so ethereal Amid serene aura Alone Rejoicing solitude real Enjoying aurora Blithe zone Euphoric Jubilee of heart Unclouding happiness Within Blissful onset of
Woman, She Rises
Her body a scaffold, the patriarch deemed Games of lust they played Her self-respect, exiguous seemed Lacerating they splayed Her aspirations, tenuous subdued Ignominy crusaded
The Lone Tear
Just close your eyes and see All memories you have of me Relax and let the mind free I am still etched in thee Here