Padmanabhan Ananth Poems
|1.||His Waiting Lounge||1/1/2014|
|4.||Hyde Park Bistro||1/2/2014|
|5.||Bridge Of Life (And Lifeless)||1/2/2014|
|6.||Verses From Vembanad||1/2/2014|
|7.||Poem In Stone||1/2/2014|
|8.||Eat Street Musings||1/4/2014|
|12.||English, Simply Silly!||1/4/2014|
|14.||The Gated Community||1/4/2014|
|15.||That Boy From Mumbai||1/5/2014|
|17.||The Lone Broom||1/2/2014|
|20.||The Valley's Wings||1/2/2014|
|25.||The Delicate Dancer||1/14/2014|
|26.||The Master Of Melody||1/14/2014|
Comments about Padmanabhan Ananth
Oh Nirbhaya, have we lost you in vain?
Was it you to blame to just be a woman?
That you didn't remain home past setting sun?
All you did was board a Delhi city bus
And then you'd to face six-n-half devils
That were evilly strolling for prey on streets
Why pick on you those evil marauders
To pierce you with their rotted organs
And use on you, gosh, even rusted tools!
They threw you on streets to simply shiver
You begged to passers-by for warmth-n-water
When help finally came, your life was on totter.
Reminds me of a drive on a state ...
My taxi turned sharp into Champ de Mars
The weather cool, winter yet not harsh
Fresh downpour from a passing raincloud
Had washed the street where she firmly stood
Standing there she took my breath away
For many moments 'mirage' my mind did say
Such charming sight, a treat to my eyes
Like she's been to many thousand guys