Monday, June 8, 2015

A Letter to My Mom

Since I believe that, in the Heavens above,The angels, murmurs to one another,Can discover, amid their flaming terms of adore,nobody so devotional as that of "Mother,"hence by that dear name I long have called you-You who are other than mother unto me,And fill my heart of hearts, Death installed youIn setting my Virginia's will free.My mother- my own mother, who died untimely,but the mother of myself; but youAre mother to the one I loved so dearly,And thus are dearer than the mother I knew

Thursday, March 26, 2015


An effortless jingle 
a delicious taste 
remind me of the kid I use to be 
as the years mound up
the hurdles appear more complex
the pressure , the pressure
seize me back to five years old
when I loved the stars
and nothing else

Friday, January 23, 2015

Red Red & Red

Red is a twilight
glowing and dazzling.
Red is feeling valiant
with all your potency.
Red is a russet
a speck on your beak.
At times red, is a red rose.
Red marks out when you cut your hand.
Red is a brick
and the noise of a rock band.
Red is warmth
you get within
when you’re embarrassed
and want to hide.
Firework, fire-engine
Fire- sparkle red –
And when you’re annoyed
Red runs through your head.
Red is an Indian
A Valentine mind,
The superfluities on
A circus haul.
Red is a blusher
Red is a scream
Red is a gesture
that says, “Watch out!”
Red is a huge gigantic
Rubber sphere.
Red is the giant-est.
Colour of all.
Red is a boaster,
No doubt about it –
But I can’t imagine
Living without Red?

with Love

sindhu joy