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
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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.
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Poem: Her Brilliant Colours?
Her brilliant colours? Faded and dull. Her unending charm? Long gone.
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Poem: Caterpillar-feet
Is that all that we will ever have: Our sorrows Buried by Greater sorrows? Our losses Trivialized by Greater tragedies? Our betrayal Shadowed by Greater injustices?
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Book Review: The Blue Rabbit – by Joyce Job
Originally posted on Unveiled: Book Blurb: 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 desirethen deleting out of necessity;“aroma” or “drizzle” or “rainbows”.In an infinite maze of “ifs” and “elses”I stand broken, my emotions wrecked.…
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Blog: Advice to My Teen-Self
While pondering through these thoughts, memories and regrets, I felt a sudden urge to write a list of info/advice that could have helped me make better decisions as a teenager and reduce my present regrets. Here goes:
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 