POETRy
Fallen
“Fallen
like a dew drop to the petals of a rose.
Fallen
like a snow flake to the river of dreams.
Fallen
like an autumn leaf to the bosom of soil.
Fallen
to be one and never to part again.”
~ Lirio
Broken Art
“If the one thing that makes us cry
is the one thing we ever loved,
let’s go on with a rainbow thrown
from our tear prisms,
our broken hearts held high
like a flag of glory,
our scars thrown at a canvas
like a piece of art.”
~ Lirio
Selected Writings
-
My First Book – The Blue Rabbit
My first book/ poetry collection in English, The Blue Rabbit, published by Writer’s Workshop, India is now available on Amazon, India for sale.
-
Poem: Her Brilliant Colours?
Her brilliant colours? Faded and dull. Her unending charm? Long gone.
-
Book Review: ‘Money What’s Left What’s Right: By the Accidental Millionaire’ by ‘Dhanashree Bhatkal’
Many factors can stop us from making intelligent financial decisions. For people like me, one of the biggest challenges is to make financial decisions based on logic and not out of emotions.
-
The Blue Rabbit
Originally posted on Book Reviews Cafe:
Book Title: The Blue RabbitAuthor: Joyce JobNo.of pages: 96 About the bookThis book contains poems that are very inspirational, thoughtful, heartwarming & hope-giving. Also, some poems are about the beauty of nature, mind, self & relations. The language used is simple but with deep meanings. There are poems where… -
The Blue Rabbit by Joyce Job
Originally posted on woodnote:
The BLUE Rabbit by Joyce Job A world of emotions, thoughts to reflect upon, and emotions and feelings. Haven’t we all fancied colouring our worlds a little bit different, like those toddlers who never felt any discomfort in expressing themselves through all the ways. The Blue rabbit is one such poem.…
My First Book – The Blue Rabbit
51 poems spread over 3 sections: People, Love and Search
Teaser
Two Lives
Craving to write a simple “love” or “mirage”
in a piece of code.
Typing out of a desire
then deleting out of necessity;
“aroma” or “drizzle” or “rainbows”.
In an infinite maze of “ifs” and “elses”
I stand broken, my emotions wrecked.
Poetry lost in logical dilemmas,
stories buried in broken thoughts,
characters strangled to meet deadlines,
plots caught in the catastrophes of demands.
Here I am a lost writer,
writing programs for a living.
The same 26 letters of the English alphabet,
plus some numbers and symbols –
the narrow strait connecting my two lives.
Lirio's Wanderings 