Category: Emotions
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Learning to find joy in little things
This poem about a squirrel, leftover roti and learning to find joy in the little things was so much to write. I might turn this into a series. Happy reading! / Learning to find joy in little things / While I was waiting for my morning tea to boil, I saw a squirrel eating leftover…
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Adulting birthdays: A short poem
Have you ever celebrated your birthday away from your home and loved ones? / Adulting birthdays: A short poem / Chocolate cake. Her favorite. Black icing. Is she mourning her birthday or celebrating it? A solitary candle. Her heart in a busy restaurant in a foreign city. -Armaan / You can support me by contributing…
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Four tiny poems: On night, nature, grief and exams
These are four poems which revolve around fear, nature, grief and exams. Enjoy! MINI POEMS ON NIGHT, NATURE AND EXAMS Plum blossoms Carpeting the courtyard – Aftermath of a storm / Night time walks – I am scared Of my own shadow / The clang of bell at 12 In the neighborhood school Awakens my…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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…
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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.