Dear father,
i was lifted in your presence, by your presence,
from the cradle which was my world,
that closed upon me with fancies,
...
I stand here,
Waiting for you;
The poison tree
Has grown within me,
...
In a bustling city life,
heavy downpour of torrential rain,
unleashing itself from the chains of thick, black clouds,
crashes tired, exasperated hopes,
...
'After a while,
after a while'
is all i say,
as i procrastinate touching
...
We just lie down,
the sand rolls
around our bodies,
we have no home,
...
I'm all alone,
listening to my own voice,
that speaks to the mountains,
fast asleep in their own world.
...
In His mighty sleep,
yet staying awake,
God waves his wand,
with stars that spring,
...
The white horse with,
its feathery mane,
eyes of black night,
gallops on the soft snow,
...
When pyramids crumble,
Sand, dust and soot,
used to build the geometry,
of Egypt, the jewel of wonders,
...
I will go back to my country,
where i am wanted,
respected, cherished, treasured,
i will go to sympathise,
...
The sunset carries his
orangish white cloak,
over the pale brown sand,
owing to a sudden,
...
As i look around me,
i see nothing but injustice,
war, sex, rape, crime, violence,
helplessness, busy people in their,
...
As i walk along the footpath,
i see my friend,
who casually imitates my body,
my structure, the blackness in,
...
While examining the curtains,
draping the tall, magestic walls,
i wonder, how many hands,
did the embroidery work,
...
Walking on the silent streets,
of a deserted town,
i feel the searing, hot,
iron rod, placed on,
...
Close your eyes,
allow the sleep to
ambush you, in
the middle of no
...
Lying down on the
white, fluffy, cotton bed,
made out of water,
i look at endless
...
We, human beings capable
of thinking, feeling, acting,
destroying, obliterating, deteriorating
and everything that goes
...
I am being cornered,
I lie on one of
Those hot edges of
Walls that burns my
...
A Letter From A Daughter To Her Father
Dear father,
i was lifted in your presence, by your presence,
from the cradle which was my world,
that closed upon me with fancies,
full of toys, ducks, angels and swans,
As i grew up, i faced the broad daylight
full of rays of paths with,
independent, invisible doors that opened,
to new staircases leading to different
monuments, pastures, colours and wonders,
You, in your good intentions,
forced me into one door,
thinking that it would be best for me,
the best suit that would fit me snugly,
with absolutely no consent, no view,
which was uttered from my lips,
You trusted that i would
grow up to produce logical
views, views which the
society made a standard rule,
which no tangential thought can
ever revolt against.
Father, even though, you think
the burning, yet subdued sadness,
has already taken the shape
of a dewdropp on a waterlily,
One fine morning,
when your soul is nothing,
but a green pasture, that
you mowed consistently for years,
in the midst of your lotus
pond, you will find a storm
of confusion and sadness
that usually builds within
a nice cup of coffee in
an afternoon during the month
of december, at the sight of
an unrecognisable stranger,
who sits and stares at
you, who is the exact
copy of you, whom you
cannot search in for
her perception, who looks
at the world with your
eyes and who thinks that
the world is often moved by
slow trains carrying crisp notes by the countryside..........
hey nithya your poems are super.......i like the letter to a father very much.ur poems are v strong...sensitive and also v e, motional...great work keep it up! ! ! ! !
hi nithya wonderful poems...i read ur 'i dont care' more than 15 times...xcellent inspiring...similarly letter to father......i read most of ur poems still to complete....i believe u r a very strong person...