Nithin Pradeep Poems
|1.||The Dew Inspires, Not The Light||5/22/2008|
|3.||Monsoon's Unconditional Love||10/5/2011|
|5.||Addicted-Truly, Deeply, Madly||10/5/2011|
|8.||A Sweet Drowning||8/5/2013|
|9.||The Lost Friend||4/11/2008|
|10.||Confessions Of A Woodcutter||4/11/2008|
Confessions Of A Woodcutter
I always stood for profanity
In these years passed by, I was harsh
The axe was tampered with
an unconscious branch here, a rotten flower there
So divine was its legend!
my legacy had been preserved and,
the tree was my friend at times, my first love
When 'solitude' was not the right word;
'divine stupidity! Its disgusting! '-I said
I smashed her to smithereens,
she, like my enemy warrior, fell
and kissed the dust......
beneath my highly held head of 'pure and saturated' ego
ah! here comes an end of a long epic
I ended ...