Love Letters

 

Most of those evenings after school, I am welcomed home

with her regular snack

these thin dosas, wheat or maida, based on costs;

a mixture of jaggery and coconut stuffed inside,

and their corners ritualistically folded to an envelope;

concealing the content inside from the world outside to a scroll,

or a flattened square, from the pan to plate......

https://rhodoramagazine.in/

An Evening at the Marina Beach

Behind the bleak silhouetted-

line of shops on the beach road of Chennai;

the sun launched its descent,

her true colors leaking behind the landscape,

enticing every artist’s strolling soul,

capturing their wandering feet of desire under her spell.

The warmth stays still,

mesmerized by the tangerine sun

making its way into frames and pages

filling every blanks the color of a faded henna stain.....

https://rhodoramagazine.in/

An Ode to Southern Railways Tea

An ode to the drink we share, I write;
No, not the Starbucks 100 rupee coffee, we never drank
Nor for the bitter CCDs we chose, I write this ode.
But, to that five rupee tea,
on every station of the railway track, you find.........

https://literaryjournal.in/index.php/clri/article/view/386/907

Distance

                         Pic Courtesy : http://www.flickr.com/photos/joel_r/8538713642/lightbox/

You might wonder, why I keep writing you poems 

Day after day,

one after the other.

A belief, word by word,

a sentence would travel the miles,

Unraveling a message of love.............

https://troumagazine.com/2020/08/11/distance-by-j-george/

Letters to You

               Image Courtesy: http://www.flickr.com/photos/47039528@N08/5316903185/


I want to write a hundred plus one letters for you to carry with, as you fly, the other month after the sun rises taking away this lock down and replenishing hope in every country I want you to take these breathings of mine along with you, in case you miss my night cream fragrance of comfrey and niacinamide tickling your nostrils, in case you miss.......

https://issuu.com/humankindzine/docs/issue_one_-_vulnerbility-compressed_compressed_com/100

Video Call

                             PC : http://conflictingheart.tumblr.com/image/46078469794

But, here we are,

exchanging love and words in Morse codes

via smiles and blinks, owing to this poor network,

that swings itself to death, 

with every wind that passes my home,

flushing the bougainvilleas and their

leaves to the floor for me to sweep.

https://issuu.com/initialjournal/docs/the_initial_journal_august_2020 page 6

Heredity

                                  pc : https://www.artandcommerce.com/artists/photographers/Richard-Burbridge/Portraits

 

The way a cracker fires up to the sky, and then blooms into scattered pieces of joy;

Like sprinkling water, is exactly how my father’s hand moves in hopelessness.

He raises his hands upwards, a little higher slowly,

and then throws his fingers from its closed bud, to the air opening up,

“Ohh…Onnulla” (Oh! Nothing) ,...

https://borderlessjournal.com/2020/07/14/heredity/