Thursday 3 September 2015
Kaafiya - The Poetry Festival: How 'Kaafiya' Came To Be
Friday 17 July 2015
Friday 12 June 2015
Tuesday 3 February 2015
SHE
Like a delicate flower she wears red color smile,
And velvety soft gestures
Her wavy hair, like a black horse drilling the air, to paint fire.
In a pellucid jar of time, she poured red wine and dropped in two cubes of sugar,
Stirring it with a silver spoon, she looked for some ice.
Audacity is the only jewel that blinks on her finger,
The sea choreographed her moves, and she took birth from fire.
When the sky saw her, it bent down to kiss her satiny smooth smile.
The satanic ocean is also thirsty looking at her serene cosmic soul.
SHE cherishes her womanhood with audacity...
© Neha R Krishna
Sunday 18 January 2015
"Just You"
The graceful good stars belong to none,
The moon is too drunk to ring the morning bell;
The sun,
The frozen rocks floating like diamonds,
Old scotch whisky blending the ageing night in a pellucid glass The tasteless crystals channeling the eyes with a blur image of sigh .
The moment of lazy kisses yawns, when
When the lyrics of your heart hold my breath,
The royal love is then crowned with fire.
Is that your words, smelling like roasted beans of caffeine, hmm?
The humming breath fly high with every whisper
Brewing the scent of my blood, my senses tucked me in the echo of your words
The loops of naughty thoughts injecting cocaine into my sensory neuron
My vision reflects your image, and I,
I breathe you, umm ... Just you...
© Neha R Krishna
Tuesday 23 December 2014
I Breathe, I Bleed...
The tale of woe continued, the colour of my blood is pain
Unshared, dejected.
A piece of sorrow hemmed in, in my throat, choking my smile
Regardless, I bear
Even the tears are afraid to retire
Will be left with nothing, then,
Stealing some saline crystals
To erase the black smile, hidden beneath my skin,
The spelling of 'smile', I don't remember
I don't smile anymore...
© Neha R Krishna
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