Did you ever stay awake at night and feel your chest tightening while anxiety is slowly swallowing your sanity, observing humans exploit our world? Does it bother you that we ignore its well being and continue exploiting it until our beautiful habitat becomes horrifying to live on anymore?
While many say a broken soul needs time to heal and the journey in this destination is dependent on the individual alone, there are others who say healing is impossible without the right person with an immense amount of faith, love and support standing by.
The covid pandemic hit us like a storm and overturned our world upside down. For overworked resident doctors in the fragile healthcare system, it meant worrying that each shift could be the last time they see a patient.
What is identity without ego? Is it bad to seek a better life? Aren’t all of us striving for comfort? What’s wrong with some harmless lies? Should we be judged if we choose our own benefit? If so, why? Aren’t all of us the same when it comes to desire?
One of the simplest objects that connect the rich, poor, ambitious, lazy, blessed, unfortunate or most individuals for that matter not just physically but even emotionally in our lives is beads. No matter who we are, where we come from or what we believe in, we are all connected by them.
Two of the most frequently performed activities that are largely portrayed in a negative light are whispers and murmurs. Disrespected by many for being uttered by cowards or haters with little regard for the consequences of their actions, these activities are largely condemned.
The human instinct to see a scary future, especially when facing their nemesis, is undoubtedly terrifying. But what they do when feeling this terror is their defining moment.
Life is so mysterious that a few might not even realise its value or experience it in their entire lifetime. It is only a few who truly reach a point to realise its true value.
Enthralled by the presence of his sweetheart, poet Rohit Damaraju describes his enchanting experience, relishing the beauty of the love of his life.
Thanking God for his help in pointing the way, poet Rohit Damaraju mentions how he learnt the true reason for his existence following the divine path.
Writing about the life of a lonely rower, poet Santhosh Annabattula talks about how different people repay the rower when he drops them on the other shore before returning to his true home, the river water until sunset. The poem “Rower” illustrates the feelings of a rower on a sunny day.