Jyoti Nair
Light House
His fingers quiver, they touch Folds worn by her nape. Gaze sits, stirring impish glances Into a doppelganger, A rigid… Read More
Conscience: A Wind Chime
A ripple brimming lake, Since first amber glimpse. Serves wisdom broth, In an incendiary ribcage. Broth topples, Its soliloquy, trickles… Read More
Stop Those Freedom Cannons
That guilt reeking dusk he gulps, with some smouldering sighs His abrased chisel seethes, dungeon door writhed He (the sculptor)… Read More
Ode to Womanhood
B-Breezy bewitching moon-lilt, swoon over her forehead I-Indigenous pride, scrubbed through umpteen culture erosions N-Nancy, Nandini, Nilofer, all adore her…… Read More