MasticadoresIndia: Morning Eyes by Janani Arvind

Sweet voice of a songbirda crow’s caw cutting throughthe crunching of beans in the coffee machinemoist and cold and warm at the same timeunder the … Read the full post here on MasticadoresIndia I’m super excited to let you guys know that my poem Morning eyes has been published on the MasticadoresIndia platform! Thanks a…

Awaiting her monsoon…

She sat by the window, with a glass of whiskey in hand and a mind blank, watching the rain pour, through the window of her study. The violent downpour, with just enough thunder to lightly rattle the window-sills, kept her from drowning herself in books. As she watched the rain drops dribble along the window…

First Kiss

The high you feel in love has no equivalence to any substance. Those feelings between that of an affable affection and intense, fiery passion possess a warmth that softens the coldest of hearts. Who is she to stand a chance against such adorations? She was mesmerized by his brown eyes. Her breath caught every time…

Casualty

There was not any calm after the storm Only a night following every daylight Each morning dimmed a little more Each night turned a little darker Sleep ended but not the nightmares No more hopes in dreams No more dreams in fantasies Only variants of ghosts Some less scarier than the rest Devised by reality…

Morning eyes

Sweet voice of a songbird A crow’s caw cutting through The crunching of beans in the coffee machine Moist and cold and warm at the same time Under the sheets, sprawled over your chest Never woken to a better morning ever A sigh, a caress, a kiss Your awareness and my sleepy yawns Untangling limbs…

This time

I wanna fall in love againBeneath the lustrous moonWishing on falling starsTo realize each other’s dreams. I wanna fall in love againNot madly or crazilyBut holding hands throughThe darkest nights of our minds. I wanna fall in love againEvading webs of frailty,And exist for eternitiesWithout waiting for it all to fall apart. I wanna fall…