Oregano Oranges

A novice poet's magical journey with words

Category: Emotions

  • Crying Under Pouring Skies: A poem

    Crying Under Pouring Skies: A poem

    This is a poem about crying under the rain. There is something very cathartic about the experience. Hope you like it. Crying Under Pouring Skies There is something about crying under the pouring skies That comforts me almost like a blanket on a cold snowy night. The intermingling of tears and thick drops of rain…

  • When do you write your best poetry? A poem about writing

    When do you write your best poetry? A poem about writing

    This poem about writing is one of the poems in which I want to explore what produces a poet’s best work. What emotions, situations, environments work well for writing poetry? Enjoy! When do you write your best poetry? A poem about writing I was leaning against the table with an Austen in my hand, When…

  • Never ending nights also end sometimes: A love poem

    Never ending nights also end sometimes: A love poem

    Have you ever been so happy that you felt that time would never end? In this sort of a love poem, the narrator talks about one such night. Enjoy! Never ending nights also end sometimes: A love poem  Gazing at the twinkling stars While lying under the yellow window sill I think we forgot about…

  • Your Clock Gives Me Joy, Amma: A grief poem

    Your Clock Gives Me Joy, Amma: A grief poem

    The hands slowly tick upwards And so does my grief. Until a brush of a heavenly hand Reminds me that this is brief. / Soon I will remember the joy Of our memories which were made While the hands of the wood-framed clock Ticked upward slowly but steadily.  -Armaan / You can support me by…

  • The best I can tell you about abandonment is by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall: An abandonment poem

    The best I can tell you about abandonment is by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall: An abandonment poem

    A short poem about abandonment in which I tell you about abandonment by telling you about the portrait of my grandmother that hangs on my wall. / I never met my grandmother  Yet every year a wave of sadness flows From her portrait on the wall Making me wonder if my mother  Would have kept…

  • The Foundation of Intricate Lies: A poem

    The Foundation of Intricate Lies: A poem

    I don’t know why I didn’t realize  That our world built on the foundation of Intricate lies was bound to come down And shatter fragile sheets of peace While blowing away the unfastened Tarp of supposed tranquility.  The beautiful net of intricate lies That shimmers like a lake’s surface  Would never withstand the moonless stormy nights…

  • To Be Happy: A poem (NaPoWriMo 5)

    To Be Happy: A poem (NaPoWriMo 5)

    This is a poem which tells us what it means to be happy according to people at different stages of their lives.

  • The Other Side of Midnight: A sapphic love poem

    The Other Side of Midnight: A sapphic love poem

    Her sweet whispers rang in her ears Even several summers later. The voice said loud and clear ‘On the other side of midnight,  I will meet you under the morning stars’. Her eyes had unshed tears as she got lost In the memories of the night of the Untimely summer storm on which  She got…

  • Silent Disco: A poem about loving life

    Silent Disco: A poem about loving life

    This is a part of a poem about being in love with life. You can check out the full poem by supporting me on Buy Me A Coffee As she skipped down the Baker’s Street With a little spring in her step, Turning around and gazing while Executing pirouettes and Sautés  To the silent disco…

  • I Cry in Autumn: A poem on sadness & melancholy

    I Cry in Autumn: A poem on sadness & melancholy

    I cry in autumn.  I cry in autumn for the lost last summer.  I cry in autumn for the sad cold winter.  I cry in autumn for the never ending assignments.  I cry in autumn for the innocent ignorance of childhood.  I cry this autumn for the children ignorant of the innocent ignorance of childhood. …