- Karmaveerar PerunThalaivar Kamarajar – a present to the peasants and panacea to the poor (poem)
- A Haiku dedicated to mothers
- She surrendered so humbly to the love of her dreams
- She forewent her power of destiny to become a sweet nanny
- The Mighty blue lady blessed me
- She shone more than a pearl
- When her dear cried, she smiled
- I closed my eyes & I still saw you
![]() The leader who made his entry, from such an obscurity; with the only objective to eradicate poverty, the poverty with his sheer creativity, a creativity which was well planned, well planned with his charitable activities, exclusively targetted to help the peasantry. He came up with an Irrigation Scheme, a scheme to uplift the clan of peasantry. The Land Selling Act & Tenancy Protection Act, Acts ......... Read More |
![]() A gentle soul, in a sober roll, innocently at your beck and call. - The Mother...... "Thank you for your time & Have a great day" ...... Read More |
![]() All prepared and well dressed; with the candles arranged all around; a romantic fragrance sprung from nowhere, causing the little heart wander around everywhere. It almost resembled a fairlyland, puzzling this Alice in wonderland, she dolled on a chair; in a chair right in front of the table, so quite & humble, her heart; it mumbled, everytime she realised it was fallible; her heart; it rumbled. Here ......... Read More |
![]() This poem is dedicated to all the mothers (both home makers and office going mothers). Thank you for your unconditional love and unflinching service. A beautiful face, which springs with innocence, her heart; it says, no place for ignorance; ignorance to others, hence she sways; sways swift to make it upto others. This little fragrance, leaves a life-long remembrance; remembrance both in your heart and ......... Read More |
![]() Suppressed by emotions, immersed in anguish, I went to see the blue lady. She stood calm and humble, accompanied by a clueless mumble, everytime she approached; approached with a rumble. Even the hugest Titanic, hung like a subservient dornick. Choose to stay meek, your trip will be nostalgic, and if you choose not to, She might freak. When prone to external pressure, She shows her angry face, engulfs the whole ......... Read More |
Tall and slender, dark and splendor, she walked like a model; a model with no attitude, perhaps with a splendid beatitude. She donned a smile, that extended a mile, causing a hurricane in any bypasser, but she decided not to be a chooser; not to choose any bypasser, leaving no option; no option other than to make them losers. When she spoke, she became a poke; poking little hearts ......... Read More |
![]() Walls surrounded, with a lose gown on her, she lays still and clueless, with her legs stuck & motionless. Over & over getting injected, her mind is totally subjected; subjected to tremendous pressure; all pressure for the little treasure. Perhaps she waits curiously; curiously for the exhilarating pleasure, so prepared to be an usher; an usher to teach her every measure. She undergoes a plethora; a plethora of ......... Read More |
![]() I closed my eyes and I still saw you, I refused to open as I feared losing you; not realising that I am going blind. I prefer to be blind, than to lose you; than to have my eyes upon losing you. I want you to realise; my eyes are there just for you; just to admire you and just you. When you ......... Read More |





















This is Ramya from a simple Indian family, which means life is fun. I am a blogger by passion, if you allow me I will travel deep down into your heart and settle there. I write poems, movie reviews and about all weird things. 