Growing Old: A Poem by Latha Warrier
In twilight’s glow, with silvered hair, I sit in peace, a weathered chair. The world once rushed, now gently flows, Like softened streams where memory...
In twilight’s glow, with silvered hair, I sit in peace, a weathered chair. The world once rushed, now gently flows, Like softened streams where memory...
The skies once grey now blaze with gold, The stories in my heart unfold, For days and nights, in dreams, I rove — At last,...
I still remember that bubbly, vibrant girl—Manna—who worked in our home. She was so full of life, her laughter like wind chimes in the air....
Someone who cares, And listen to all the fears. One who understands your low tone and wipes your tears, When neither situations are favourable nor...
तपिश में भी इक सुकून सा है, ये कैसी उलझन बताओ तो सही। अनुताप की आग जलती रहे, कोई सावन बुलाओ तो सही। उष्णता से...
तपिश दिखती है सूर्य की एक झलक में, महसूस होती है तपिश ग्रीष्म ऋतु के आगमन में। मंजरियों के उगने में और लू के चलने...
धूप की चादर तनी है नभ में, जैसे आग बिखरी हो सब में। धरती जलती, पत्ते रोते, प्यासे हैं सब, बादल सोते। तपती राहें, छाँव...
Born among discarded things, she became the keeper of what matters most — dignity, duty, and dreams.” Ria and her family were ragpickers, earning their...
As I sat wondering what to write about Street Lights, my thoughts went back to the Kolkata(then Calcutta) of the Seventies. Those were the times...
हर हाल में जीवन के कुछ रंग समेटने की घबराहट वक्त की तपिश , कहीं पिघला ना दे अंतर की गर्माहट मौसम की हलचलों से...
A few years back when I was dwelling in dark I had to choose between Love and Care It was a comparison, strange and stark...
In whispers soft as morning’s dew, The world around us hums with care. The sun bestows its golden hue, To warm the heart and mend...