Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

Why I write poetry?

October 9, 2019 Leave a comment



What is Poetry?
Poetry is a literary work in which the expression of feelings and ideas is given intensity by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.  Poetry uses aesthetic and rythmic qualities of language to evoke meanings in place of prosaic ostensible meaning.  It attemps to stir a reader’s imagination or emotions

How to write poetry?
Poetry has the following elements:
Structure :   In poems, lines are often grouped together into what are called stanzas. Like paragraphs, stanzas are often used to organize ideas.

Imagery :
Poets use imagery to draw readers into a sensory experience. Images will often provide us with mental snapshots that appeal to our senses of sight, sound, taste, touch, and smell.  In essence, images show us meaning; when we compare the snapshots in our mind to our own memories or experiences, we connect emotionally to the poem.

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December 8, 2016 8 comments

Write a new post in response today’s word ‘Protest’

Her tender arms
Could not resist
The brutal force
Of animal instinct

The lecherous look
Of a trusted relative
Scared her to death
Beneath the sheets

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When Childhood Ends

September 28, 2015 Leave a comment

When you stop
To look at the full moon
And utter soft whispers
To the starlit sky

When you climb trees
Or play in roadside puddles
And dance in the rain
in gay abandon

When doubts rise from your bosom
And your eyes light up in wonder
When you move from one task to another
Without loss of energy

When you see no divisions
in colour, caste, race or religion
When you can laugh with joy
Or dance like nobody’s watching

Then there is a child in you
Brimming with boundless joy
Who knows only love
And Childhood never ends

© copyright, skm, 28th September 2015

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The Sparrow Nest

January 23, 2012 3 comments

The sparrow flies
Gingerly holding the straw
That shines like gold
in the morning sunlight

She flies again
In search of straw
Binds them together
Into a beautiful nest

She watches over her young ones
Eyes reflecting tender care
Like a mother standing at the porch
Her baby clinging to her apron

A plethora of words
Thoughts, images and ideas
spin  timeless in my head
Experiences, insights, discoveries

Scribblings on blank paper
Musings from the soul
Create a tangled web
Of poetry and verse

© copyright skm, 23rd Jan, 2012

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My first Poetry e-book

August 6, 2011 9 comments


My first e-book of 25 poems is now on  It is a compilation of poetry on themes like Nature, emotions, leadership, musings, life and our world.

Hope those of you who are interested in poetry will find this work interesting enough to buy a copy.

Here is a link to a preview of the ebook:

Click on the link below to order you copy now!!
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Life is…

April 5, 2011 12 comments

Sometimes I wonder , Is life…

A riddle?
and ponder on the purpose
of our existence

A journey?
all taking different paths
that lead to the same destination

A dream?
of fear, of success, of bliss
Until I wake up and it is over

A game?
played with team-spirit
sometimes we win, sometimes we lose

A drama?
We are actors in the unfolding scene
Playing our parts until the curtains fall

That sounds divine when played in harmony
To our inner voice

words that eulogise
the wonders  of nature that never cease

A thought?
that takes birth as a seed in the mind
and manifests as reality

A wave?
We will be tossed about unless
we learn to ride the ebb and flow

This moment?
in time which will fleet  by
Unless we are immersed  in it


© copyright skm,  April 5th, 2011

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If……my favourite poem

January 5, 2011 Leave a comment

One of my favourite poems is If by Rudyard Kipling.  This poem written to his son is thought-provoking and has practical value even a hundred years after it has been penned.  The message in the poem is to be humble, conquer our likes and dislikes and to enjoy life in even trying moments.

If by Rudyard Kipling 

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with triumph and disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with wornout tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on”;

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings – nor lose the common touch;
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run –
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man my son!

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The Connection

August 12, 2010 Leave a comment

Early morning chores done
Tugging along a heavy bag
I drop my daughter to school
I wish her and kiss her goodbye

I pass by the main school gate
On my way to work
I smile and wave to the security guard
He smiles back and waves

For a year or so
I have been seeing him every day
The only connection between us
A smile and a wave

Today morning at breakfast
My daughter said to me
‘Our security guard passed away’
I was silent and couldn’t believe her

I passed the main gate today
On my way to work
Looking for the security guard
But he was not there

I pictured him in my mind
And smiled and waved to him
He smiled back and waved
May you rest in peace

©copyright 12 Aug 2010 skm

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A Sunday Morning

August 9, 2010 Leave a comment

A Sunday Morning

The first rays of the sun outline the clouds
Breaking the dark of the night
The struggle has passed
Dawn has broken the spell

Snuggled up in bed
Tired bodies are oblivious of time
People jog on the pavement
Enjoying the sights and sounds of nature

With slow, graceful movements
A group practices Tai-chi in the park
A vendor unloads fresh vegetables
Outside the wet market

Little feet move in unison
To the dance teachers song
The streets are deserted
The shutters are drawn

The faithful clock looks forlorn
The newspaper vendor is late
The street-side hawker is asleep
Nobody pays heed on a Sunday morning

No office rush, no traffic jams
No school and no routines
A time to holiday and to picnic
For music class and sunbathing

A break from the order
When the world is laid back
All rules are broken
Peace reigns supreme on a Sunday morning

©copyright 9th August 2010 skm

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The mad chase

February 6, 2010 Leave a comment

Frantic  feet shuffle to and fro
Cars and buses zoom across the street
Its yet another busy day
In the concrete jungle

For some its the rush to work
For another a rush to to catch the flight
An opening ceremony to address
A closing down sale that cannot be missed

A woman with labour pain screams
An ambulance siren  cries for attention
A wedding to attend here, a birthday party there
People scamper  in all directions

Our cravings multiply day by day
No control to our indulgence
You have everything you need
Yet there is a void so deep

Where is your destination, O mind!
Thoughts keep shuffling like a pack of cards
Have you found what you seek
Is it glory, love, success or revenge?

The world outside is just an illusion
Senses chasing objects of desire
Turn back from this mad chase
What you seek is within you

©copyright 6th February 2010 skm

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