DHANUMATHYA SCRIBBLES 

The smell of glucose, urine, and excreta had sieged the room a long time ago. Shanthi had tried various attempts to drive away this...

I wish there is a line, Where the sky, Meets the sea, And this sail takes me there, To the end of the world, To the truth, To the...

Hey sea, Land is chaos, With civilisations, With systems, With structures. Hey sea, Land is unsafe, With colours, With wars, With...

The train pulls me along, Taking me away, From the tall trees, And flat fields. From grand mountains, And little houses. From crystalline...

It all started here. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a smooth transition from college to work and setting up a family, so many of us...

They are just sounds, Until touched by a composer, Who gives it a soul. They are just words, Until penned by a poet, Who grants it a...

In a dark place, Surrounded by strangers, The motion picture sometimes, Fails to hold my attention. The loneliness, The pain, The...

Death is inevitable, Self knows the truth. Yet it scorns, To depart this sphere. Pain is provisional, Self knows the notion. Yet it...

Hundreds of people, Strolling in the street, Walking with me, And away from me, The lights, sparkling everywhere, The music from the...

After a big battle between “what if” and myself, I finally sat down to write. Before I start, I want to make it clear that this writing...

There is no sign, No single milestone, I have walked too much already, Legs are sore, Body and heart aches, It’s been a so long time, Yet...

This road has seen me happy, Has seen me overwhelmed, Has seen me secretly crying, Has seen me having fun, Today it saw me distracted, It...

Ignoring the humming of the motor, I saw the silence, The birds chirping sometimes, Though not a big disturbance, But giving me the fear...

A memory, Is always haunting. Be it happy or sad, Happy memory, Never You can be there again. Sad memory, Never You want them to happen...

Sometimes I want to sit on the shore, Look at the sea, Not the waves, But deep inside the secrets it hold, The souls of the dead men, The...

How can you call them just moving pictures? They are lives, dreams and memories, Sometimes they are my life, They are my philosophers,...

Lowering the glass I looked at the world, In the chaos of pollution and noise, My eyes stuck at the abandoned structure. Fallen bricks...