Prathibha Nandakumar

Rookie - 30 Points (Bangalore, India)

Prathibha Nandakumar Poems

1. Defining Pleasure 3/22/2006
2. I Am The Wind 7/18/2007
3. Erotica 3/16/2006
4. And Suddenly A Woman's Wail At Midnight 4/4/2006
5. Cheers 3/21/2006
6. Being 2 9/2/2005
7. This Is What The Fish Said 3/22/2006
8. Amma's Death 5/2/2006
9. The Truth About Charles Chaim Wax (One More) 5/7/2006
10. I Have Died A Million Deaths 2/20/2008
11. I Was Born With Several Diseases 2/20/2008
12. Reason For Calling 11/18/2006
13. The Tigress 8/8/2006
14. The Yoni Chakra 4/27/2006
15. Coffee House 7/9/2006
16. Being 5 9/2/2005
17. Being 4 9/2/2005
18. The Scare Crow -2 4/30/2006
19. The Coffee Table 4 4/29/2006
20. Between Yes And No New 10/26/2011
21. The Quantum Leap 3/5/2013
22. Rich Man 2/21/2014
23. Wishful Thinking 11/25/2006
24. The Brand Brat 3/17/2006
25. He Did Not Look The Same 10/15/2005
26. Nothing Of That Afternoon Was Appropriate. 10/15/2005
27. The Coffee Table 3 10/15/2005
28. It Was Time To Meet, To Own Up And Confess 10/15/2005
29. Forbidden 6 10/15/2005
30. Forbidden 5 10/15/2005
31. Forbidden 10 10/15/2005
32. Forbidden 11 10/15/2005
33. Forbidden 12 10/15/2005
34. Forbidden 15 10/15/2005
35. Lost 10/16/2005
36. The Coffee Table 1 9/13/2005
37. The Coffee Table 2 9/13/2005
38. Being 1 9/2/2005
39. What Next? 3/24/2006
40. Death 3/21/2006
Best Poem of Prathibha Nandakumar

Defining Pleasure

If you are searching for that poem written especially for you
you have to remember that writing poems

is like drinking coffee
brewing, filtering, whitening and sweetening
preceeds consuming
which is actually what happens in courting

But then drinking coffee is like making love
hot yet not scalding
sweet but not too much
Enough but not unlimited
to keep going

Now, if you are thinking what I am thinking
lets have some coffee

Read the full of Defining Pleasure

The Coffee Table 2

That was no fabled coffee table
Just an ordinary four legs and a glass top
that he would never take credit for designing.
It became a master piece by his touch
And his head resting on it was too much
to handle even for an inanimate thing.

And he wanted me to restrain.

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