Blog Posts on poetry and verses
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Project ‘Me’: A DIY Personality Development Endeavor by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Sep 11, 2011. “Be the change you want to see in the world.” —Mahatma Gandhi. I believe that the only way we can improve the world we live in is by changing first the things that are close to us — that means, first and foremost, ourselves. While I end...
Project ‘Me’: A Personal Personality Development Endeavor by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Sep 11, 2011“Be the change you want to see in the world.” —Mahatma Gandhi. I believe that the only way we can improve the world we live in by changing the things that are close to us — that means, first and foremost, ourselves. While I endeavor to do...
Silence of the Fiend by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Aug 13, 2011. She shrieks at me again This silence with a hoarse voice. I close my ears to her ramblings But she pries open my soul Her tongue sharp She cuts me to pieces Wounding me like she has wounded me Many times before. I try to kill her — my tormento...
Me on Facebook, 2010 by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Feb 12, 2011 What better way to remember the past year, than to review the words that dripped out of my pen? Friends, let me share with you some of my FB shout outs in 2010. Just like in last year’s edition, please let this be my humble way of thankin...
A Thought on Poetry by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Dec 17, 2010. I saw this comment in my ”trash” files. I no longer remember exactly why I drafted this, but I think it was supposed to be my reaction to a post which talked about socio-political poems versus emotional poems. I think, the blog post wa...
To the Woman Called Mother by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on May 10, 2010. Motherhood naturally develops in a woman a nurturing instinct that continues even after her baby has been born and the umbilical cord that binds mother and child together has been cut. It is perhaps this nurturing instinct that enables her to love...
New Beginning by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Apr 25, 2010Lodged in the darkened room I turn to the lone window And patiently wait for its hinges To open its shutters Wide — Like arms welcoming back A returning loved one. Oh! The things I would do When I’m finally out of this cage — I would bask...
Ironies by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Oct 31, 2009. Your feet are forever on a race against each other Trying to outdo the other, thus bringing you farther and farther. But… where? ————————— The enormous desert spreads itself before you...
Winnowing by brainteaser on Jun 10, 2009I watch my grandmother As she patiently winnows the grains Moving the winnowing basket Up, down; up down Tossing its content into the air. I see the chaffs being blown away Leaving behind the grains. Then, when there are no more chaffs left, She stop...
Winnowing by P[e]NORAMA: Gallery of Scribbles on Jun 4, 2009 . . I watch my grandmother As she patiently winnows the grains Moving the winnowing basket Up, down; up down Tossing its content into the air. I see the chaffs being blown away Leaving behind the grains. Then, when there are no more chaffs left...
