Srividya Subramanian shares her poem ‘A Slice of My Life’ for #PenMuse-55. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/penmuse-55/
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Author: Srividya Subramanian
Srividya Subramanian is a teacher of English Language and Literature in a reputed school in Chennai. She has been in the field of teaching for the past 14 years and has completed a certificate course in creative writing as well, which is her passion.
The Right Path
I do not Like to look At the past. It is not Important How I came. How I move ahead should be worthwhile. ________________________________ Connect
A Caged Tiger
I stride the few steps of a cage, Seething, sulking in silent rage, Thinking of the days I walked with sly pace In green space
Veils Of The Morning
Srividya Subramanian shares the poem ‘Veils Of The Morning’ for #PoetryPrompt 4 at #TaleathlonS3. Submission for the challenge is open till 11:59pm today.
A Brave Attempt
Srividya S’s ‘A Brave Attempt’ is a #Poetry2 submission for Tale-a-thlon. Read it here. The window for #submission closes tonight at 11:59pm, so if you’re participating, send in your #poems now.
Agony Of The Dead
I rest upon my grave Among withered flowers, Whom I never held close, My only companions Now, who aren’t so morose. I rest upon my
The Rainy Saga
The two frogs were not the only ones breathing a sigh of relief when the rain poured down in all its splendour. Numerous creatures, popular
Lend Me An Ear
Srividya Subramanian shares her poem ‘Lend Me An Ear’ for #PenMuse-54. Please read and share yours for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/penmuse-54/
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My Weak-Hearted Doctor
Srividya Subramanian shares her short story ‘My Weak-Hearted Doctor’ for this month’s #HarnessWriting. Please read the story for this #writingprompt: https://penmancy.com/pride-frame/
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Brides ‘n’ Blooms
Blooms seen along the countryside, Brighten spirits with multi-coloured hues, Spray intoxicating scent on the passers-by, Peep into streams like a shy bride. Bride who
Rightfully Mine…
Nandan had gone out with his father Ranga, a snake catcher, to get some materials needed to restore their hutment. Suddenly, people came out of
Son of the Nation
He’s back draped in saffron, green, and white, Lay limply under a sombre wreath One who till yesterday, was in limelight. He, who held on
Yours Truly, Sasha
The gurgling sound of the rivulet flowing through the rocks at the foothills of the mountains, the ochre-tinted sky, and the muted sound of the
Journey of the Strong
There! Your silence seems too ominous and dark. You need to speak to seek the glorious light, You must break free and admire the world
Lost and Found
“A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have
To ‘Bear’ the Bear
I am a little, snowy bear, Custard is my name. This is my master Who is old and lame. When I see a stranger, I
The Midnight Visitor
Ausable was not the person Fowler had imagined when they first met. As Fowler followed Ausable down the dark alley and later entered the dimly
Thy Omnipresence
Vessel of reverence,Excited to delight,Sans any barricade,Stands tall before Thy door, Exalted to the core,Love anointed on it. OfYour form, which like Full moonlight, it can see.Yet,
Success in Seluah
Shyamala rose to go to the podium amidst thunderous applause from the audience gathered at Raj Bhavan, New Delhi for the award ceremony, organized for