I wanted to write something But my brain refused to spare anything I got agitated and start searching some others’ brain for lending I did get a brain dead man who was sleeping but found him to be still breathing I realized that his brain was not functioning and I decided come what may I will make a beginning and in due course I completed my scribbling I made a brave attempt to start reading I became ecstatic and started laughing Without my knowledge my brain started reacting Suddenly I started dancing next moment I was weeping before I came to my senses Doctors in Nimhans were treating Thus ended the saga of my much pampered writing.
Poet’s Note: I have made an attempt to write a hilarious rhythmic poem on the plight of a writer who wants to write something at any cost and see ultimately what happens to him.
I am a retired Engineer from the Government of Karnataka and now 64 year old. post retirement I fancied to write in 3 languages namely English,Hindi and kannada. I have written several poems,short stories etc and have published two books namely ""Tri bhasha Kritigalu and Rampys vision on lifes mission and now it has become passion for me to continue writing. I have also developed several software computer programmes covering Technical,medical and general programmes
On wrong side of truth a prophecy burns. A conflict of your own choosing when more was less. Do you need some divine intervention in resolving human questions? The innocence of a sunflower will not blame the moon for dark
You wanted to live inside a shell and step outside, in a bowl of habits, sometimes, nudging accumulated sins to offset the aftershocks. Tsunami is here to stay. The crowd was swelling lured by candles on the sea. Each candle
John Walker served his country in WWII It was something he felt obligated to do. In combat he risked his life Even while he was facing strife He wrote his family back at home While he was on another roam
Your genome was climbing down. I hate to count the steps. Feathers hurt sometimes after the end of flying. How far was the moment of dust? You were still swimming in saline water. A collective guilt will pay the price.