Lines Across Oceans

Lines Across Oceans is a collection of love poems written in collaboration with American poet and writer, D. Russel Micnhimer. Russel has been writing poetry for over forty five years and has been conferred with Poet Laureate for his book, Notes To Be Left With Gatekeeper. Along with free verse, various Japanese poetic forms have been used to create classic pieces of poetry included in this book. Writing Lines Across Oceans has been an extremely enriching experience as I, for the first time, learnt the discipline needed to write form poetry. 

Doppelganger in my House

Published by The Poetry Society of India, Doppelganger In My House is a collection of poems written by Nalini Priyadarshni over several years. It is roughly divided in 5 sections that starts with a four line poem. There are love poems rubbing shoulders with food poems and funny, irreverent poems jostling with existential and political poems. Check out  Doppelganger In My House  

52LOVES Now in Paperback

 Finally 52 LOVES, is now available on amazon as paperback along with Kindle edition. It is one of my favorite projects that I am quite proud to be part of. Edited and compiled by Yolanda Christian, this book is a collaborative effort of 29 poets and writers from world over. All stories and poems deal with a different facet of love which makes it quite different from other love stories collections.

No matter which country or what genre, we're united in our creativity and write to you about love.

We're from Australia, Bermuda, China, France, Germany, Guyana, India, Ireland, Malaysia, Spain, the UK, the USA and Zimbabwe.


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Exciting New Cover Of 52:love

Exciting news for those with eclectic taste in reading. 52: loves is now available in an exciting new cover. Same fascinating mix of quirky and conventional stories and poems that makes this collection unputdownable soon going to be in paperback.

One for each WEEK of the year. No matter which country, or what genre, we’re united in our creativity and write to you about LOVE.

We are from Austria, Australia, China, France, Germany, [Guyana], India, Ireland, Spain, the UK, the USA, and Zimbabwe. Most of us are published writers. We are led by a handful of GUEST WRITERS.

       Don’t wait 52 WEEKS to tell us which one is your favourite story or poem. You might check out WEEK 52 right now: KATY’s ‘Everything I Know About Magnificence’ – boy meets girl inside a cave.  

       In between stories and extracts of novels, you’ll encounter exquisite poetry: verses about Malaysia, NDABA’s ‘Tiger Cub Love’; CHARLOTTE’s ‘Boo’,

CHERRY SMYTH captures summer: In someone else’s kitchen that hot July, I went to touch you… At WEEK 25, you’ll find SANDRA A. AGARD’s poem about her mother. At WEEK 38, you’ll find NALINI of INDIA: The interplay of orange and indigo…

Read ‘The Revolt of Grass’, literary fiction by DAVID T. K. WONG, or science fiction by the quirky THOMAS, and HOPE, and discover the outrageous ‘Meet Roderick’ – a story guaranteed to make the ladies cross! There’s the flipside too – the nervous love of two women, the green grass that makes three in more wonderful poetry. There’s the guitar-playing coffee-junkie, the loyal dog, a couple wed under a tree, a man wises up. You’ll find alcoholics, a man in the bath, a wild musician, a great aunt, a faithful amah in south China, a warrior, ‘Another Closed Door’ by prolific GUEST WRITER GERARD GUIX, a bewildered unborn baby, nostalgia, and much much more… There is SEX among the 52 WEEKS, but we’re not going to tell you where to find it.

http://www.amazon.com/52-loves-international-collection-stories-ebook/dp/B00SRU4056/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1423225682&sr=8-1&keywords=52+love

52:loves an international collection of short stories & poems [ILLUSTRATED]

One for each WEEK of the year. No matter which country, or what genre, we’re united in our creativity and write to you about LOVE.

We are from Austria, Australia, China, France, Germany, [Guyana], India, Ireland, Spain, the UK, the USA, and Zimbabwe. Most of us are published writers. We are led by a handful of GUEST WRITERS.

       Don’t wait 52 WEEKS to tell us which one is your favourite story or poem. You might check out WEEK 52 right now: KATY’s ‘Everything I Know About Magnificence’ – boy meets girl inside a cave.  

       In between stories and extracts of novels, you’ll encounter exquisite poetry: verses about Malaysia, NDABA’s ‘Tiger Cub Love’; CHARLOTTE’s ‘Boo’,

CHERRY SMYTH captures summer: In someone else’s kitchen that hot July, I went to touch you… At WEEK 25, you’ll find SANDRA A. AGARD’s poem about her mother. At WEEK 38, you’ll find NALINI of INDIA: The interplay of orange and indigo…

Read ‘The Revolt of Grass’, literary fiction by DAVID T. K. WONG, or science fiction by the quirky THOMAS, and HOPE, and discover the outrageous ‘Meet Roderick’ – a story guaranteed to make the ladies cross! There’s the flipside too – the nervous love of two women, the green grass that makes three in more wonderful poetry. There’s the guitar-playing coffee-junkie, the loyal dog, a couple wed under a tree, a man wises up. You’ll find alcoholics, a man in the bath, a wild musician, a great aunt, a faithful amah in south China, a warrior, ‘Another Closed Door’ by prolific GUEST WRITER GERARD GUIX, a bewildered unborn baby, nostalgia, and much much more… There is SEX among the 52 WEEKS, but we’re not going to tell you where to find it.

http://www.amazon.com/52-loves-international-collection-stories-ebook/dp/B00SRU4056/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1423225682&sr=8-1&keywords=52+love

Defining Destiny

          When you turn your back

          Towards me

          And pretend to be busy

          I know you smile and wait

          For me to run my tongue

          At the back of your neck

          And lacerate your heart

           Hot tip of your tongue

           Like the tip of a dagger

           Pierces my dreams

           Bringing my sword from

           Its scabbard

           To sharpen it

           On the edge

           Of your breath

         Like wet muslin sari

         Around the curves of a woman

         Caught in downpour

          I cling to your stiletto 

         And keep faith.

         Dispositions define destinies.  

Written with D Russel Micnhimer

On Bridge of Dreams

Away from prying eyes

Fettering conventions

With insane longing

I come to see you

On bridge of dreams

I tip toe my way around 

Bubble of your silence

Fuel my love with

Melodies of your thoughts

Smoldering amber of passion

Overpowered by love

 My soul rest within yours

And I exist because of this

Drawing my strength from

Your heart beat as you sleep

Appreciate my irrationality

Of taking you everywhere I go

To save my life

Till to dust I return

And wake up beside you

Love for you I carry within

Is thorn in my bosom

Eons of silent severance

So I may sing the sweetest song

On bridge of dreams

Sleepless

When I wake up in the middle of nowhere

Still wet and breathless  

I think of all that I would say

If you were beside me

See rise and fall of your chest

Gentle snore I never heard

The only reason I continue to exist

Blooms of Dawn

What could be lovelier than

Waking to your whisperings

Warm breath on my neck

I sigh and turn

Eyes still closed

And let my wander to

That dark and secret place 

Abloom with a thousand baccara

Between sleep and wakefulness

Where dreams go to die

And poems are born 

Own Me In Fragments

Let me rub myself off
On your every morn.
A languid yawn,
Sweat imprint on your pillow,
Hair in your shower,
Wet towel on your bed.

Let me be clod of garden mud
Sticking at the hem of your trouser.
A forgotten kerchief
In the pocket of your tweed that
Your fingers brush against
Every time you put your hand inside
Let me be mote of dust
dancing around your head
In the slant of sunlight

Let my memory pluck sticks of frown
From your brow
before trickling down your neck
Let my kisses be lump of sugar
on your tongue that continue to
sweeten your mouth long after its gone.
Let my laughter tickle the inside of your lower lip
Keeping you awake late into
The sultry summer nights

There is no retrieving
Those pieces of me
That slipped and rolled under
Your kitchen sink
Or Removing my lipstick stain
From your shirt collar

Let moments and fragments
Fragments and moments
Be the only things we own
Never each other.

Song Of Mourning

I killed you today and buried you
under my bones
Now I walk the earth alone
There were no goodbye kisses
No promises
No entreaties
Maybe because you were dead
Long before I decided to do away with you

I should have known
From the way your name weighed
Heavy on my tongue
Dead weight of at least two stones
Caked with dry mud like
Rusted piece of iron lying discarded
Forgotten in some dank corner of garden
Choking me every time I rolled it
Over in my mouth
Filling me with stench

But those treacherous voices in my head
Chattered so loud
I could not listen your silence
You were probably dead long before
I planted those songs outside your window
Meant to harvest them on nights
You could not go to sleep
I have buried them now along with you
Somewhere deep within

I never thought I could survive
Sans shadow and light of your being
Moving within, fuel to my soul
A life force so strong that it conquered
A thousand tongues, a million fingers
Prodding, goading, pointing
Sly suggestions, shoulders shrugged
But here I am, dragging myself to
Where you said exists a world
Beyond expectations and commitments
Where love is a dirty world
Seldom thought, never spoken

Remain dead, beneath debris
Of bone china pillars I carved
With my fingernails till they bled
Shrapnel’s of tears, chipped dreams
Torn memories, dusty unlived tomorrows
Lost melodies, bloodied poems, ravaged songs
I put them all to rest with you and more
So stay buried forever
I hate goodbyes.