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Prathibha Nandakumar
Prathibha Nandakumar Poems
| 1. | He Did Not Look The Same | 10/15/2005 |
| 2. | Nothing Of That Afternoon Was Appropriate. | 10/15/2005 |
| 3. | The Coffee Table 3 | 10/15/2005 |
| 4. | It Was Time To Meet, To Own Up And Confess | 10/15/2005 |
| 5. | Forbidden 6 | 10/15/2005 |
| 6. | Forbidden 5 | 10/15/2005 |
| 7. | Forbidden 10 | 10/15/2005 |
| 8. | Forbidden 11 | 10/15/2005 |
| 9. | Forbidden 12 | 10/15/2005 |
| 10. | Forbidden 15 | 10/15/2005 |
| 11. | Lost | 10/16/2005 |
| 12. | The Coffee Table 1 | 9/13/2005 |
| 13. | The Coffee Table 2 | 9/13/2005 |
| 14. | Being 1 | 9/2/2005 |
| 15. | Death | 3/21/2006 |
| 16. | Not Chaste At All | 3/22/2006 |
| 17. | You Cannot Borrow Someone You Love | 4/4/2006 |
| 18. | Vacation | 4/10/2006 |
| 19. | It’s Been Far Too Long | 4/13/2006 |
| 20. | For Charles Chaim Wax | 4/14/2006 |
| 21. | Missed Moment | 4/22/2006 |
| 22. | 'Amma, Amma, Will My Cat Eat My Rat? ' | 4/24/2006 |
| 23. | The Shadow Of Crow | 4/28/2006 |
| 24. | Jogathi | 4/29/2006 |
| 25. | Poem | 4/29/2006 |
| 26. | The Scare Crow | 4/30/2006 |
| 27. | Fear 1 | 10/13/2005 |
| 28. | Fear 5 | 10/13/2005 |
| 29. | Fear 8 | 10/13/2005 |
| 30. | Forbidden 13 | 10/13/2005 |
| 31. | Forbidden 7 | 10/13/2005 |
| 32. | Meeting 2 | 10/13/2005 |
| 33. | Forbidden 2 | 10/15/2005 |
| 34. | Forbidden 3 | 10/15/2005 |
| 35. | Forbidden 9 | 10/15/2005 |
| 36. | Forbidden | 10/13/2005 |
| 37. | Paradigm | 10/13/2005 |
| 38. | Now You Tell Me… | 10/13/2005 |
| 39. | Fear 26 | 10/13/2005 |
| 40. | Fear 27 | 10/13/2005 |
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
Being 5
And they award you for deconstruction!
Design thearies desert you to tackle
the slopping roof realities without a column support of
decomposition. You wake up to a morning of
steel frames and blinding glass. Paint red,
whispers the colour goddess. You obey.
Plan from the pavement and reach the sanctum sanctorum.
Hidden well within the darkness of the soul
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