RUTH.A.KUMAR

Ad libbed drizzled metaphor life for life in the moment of death blood stained poetry bled too late each tear a memory diluted as the...

It arrived before eight wind down around jagged edges Meanwhile two cats slept no care for rain hermits coiled in warmth Heavy droplets...

Stationery a mosquito hovers on wood darkness envelops light some covet gold others seek health wealth is personal death never enquires...

Human life more fragile than sunbeams that reach where darkness broodily reflects dappled thoughts in light two cats happily dance over...

It was meant to begin at Chai Point 5.30 a.m. except like a lot of flights delays paused plans my luggage was lost in a strange land...

After reading comments on a poem about rape this lack of sleep fuelled afternoon I lost hope for humanity this becomes more frequent as...

Game of Thrones fans are petitioning HBO to remake Season 8 with competent writers No updates about the recent deaths of myriad whales...

The multi prayer room is next to gate eight how reassuringly horrifying A year has flown as I once flew I didn't pray that day love was...

Too little too late plastic straws bottles bags plastic this and that the oceans are dying forests declining orangutans burning in the...

No-one knows of her death no tourist or resident alike but with third eye one can view history even if it be a myth for myths have their...

I let them all go, down they fell with a crisp sound, half decayed on sand. To survive one must shed that which no longer serves the...

Built in the seventeenth century by a King of the world there stands a building on the south bank of the Yamuna river in the Indian city...

Independence there's always a catch On the 15th August 1947 India was granted freedom The cost of such was over a million lives History...

In 1979 a heart-breaking display of dead reptiles turned one man's life around with no trees for shelter or shade the snakes died from...

He was three years old The only headline should read where is unity He was three years old Where is unity (cowering in silence) Such loss...

Mischief of wolves and snakes provoked entanglement of totem versus myth many a lunar cycle ago the world tore at the seam leaving...

It's a terrible feeling to be done with life yet crave infinite sunrises between the void and highs he defies existence and chooses to...

Some look like mangled stars others simply appear discoloured while Ganga takes on human form for love teak trees persist in letting go...

Letting go hurts worse in a land of fake bright lawns pale wintered sun there are no angels among ice only broken reflections of cold...

Creaking green fingers almost reach past the call of crow as wood voices loudly interrupts the shush of breeze a butterfly's wings...