Dr meenakshi Anantram
Abstract
Our memories
Complete us.
Without them
We are
Blank verse.
Memories
The Toothless...
The Rape
To Remember
For the daugh...
The Maze in m...
"You live in a virtual world, with likes, comments and share. Rather in reality, with the people, pl... "You live in a virtual world, with likes, comments and share. Rather in reality,...
Children of war is a reflection on the sad lives that innocent children lead in times of war . Children of war is a reflection on the sad lives that innocent children lead in ...
Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and ebony eye sockets W... Strewn across the wasteland Scattered amongst the dust Ivory pallor and eb...
A narration of revisiting your past! A narration of revisiting your past!
I am so grateful for 2018, For making my Soul Connected to things, Which I never imagined, ... I am so grateful for 2018, For making my Soul Connected to things, Which I...
"The Zenith of excellence, the charismatic fragrance of thousands of roses that penetrates the mind... "The Zenith of excellence, the charismatic fragrance of thousands of roses that...
My chores... Awareness... Distress... Anticipation... Everything... My chores... Awareness... Distress... Anticipation... Everything...
Thy arrogance, responded the wind. How am I arrogant? Inquired he. Thou claim the most knowledgeab... Thy arrogance, responded the wind. How am I arrogant? Inquired he. Thou claim ...
This is all about friendship This is all about friendship
Trapped by the rush of time, technology, and tasks Trapped by the rush of time, technology, and tasks
I did choose this life for me Where I could turn roads the way I preferred them to be, I did choose this life for me Where I could turn roads the way I preferred them ...
I crave more and more And covet what’s not mine I crave more and more And covet what’s not mine
I sit by the sparse of land, Pen in hand and book on lap, I sit by the sparse of land, Pen in hand and book on lap,
A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homely. A humorous narration of a visit paid to a former home which no longer felt homel...
"Walk into the woods and choose your wild. For in wildness alone, lies the preservation of the worl... "Walk into the woods and choose your wild. For in wildness alone, lies the pres...
A girl weeps sitting there. A girl weeps sitting there.
"The night wind, when crosses with, its feather touch to my face makes me maniac" "The night wind, when crosses with, its feather touch to my face makes me mani...
"Sound of clapping wings resonating in yearn, Struggling through crack of the door but spurned..." "Sound of clapping wings resonating in yearn, Struggling through crack of the do...
This poem is about making a mother proud This poem is about making a mother proud
I am a forgotten passion, a sad thought, a forgotten song. . . I am a forgotten passion, a sad thought, a forgotten song. . .