To My Dear Friend
Indran Sasidharan (2013) It is not about you vanishing,It is about you unbecoming.It is just your phase of a crescentBecoming the real present. It is neither letting it beNor letting it go;It is your transition from beeTo butterfly that makes one bow. It is not just give and take –That is too linear;It is new […]
Two poems: Home; 4 My Son Who Turned 4
Indran Sasidharan (2013) Image: AI generated Home It was never just a place Where I was raised somehow, It is a world of quiet grace That lifts me without knowing how. It was never just a place Where stories were made, It is a timeless, tender space Where memories never fade. It was never just […]