Let me admit, that I’m growing into this real dough of the cookie than the dark Bournville toughie I used to be. Reeling back to the teens, I found an Uma Thurman in me ripped straight from the Kill Bill volumes. I was the girl who would laugh in the faces of those boys who asked me out. I was ...

day 20- a poem you want to read when your angrySorry by Ntozake Shange. She is one of those voices that is rough, symphonic and fierce like a diamond.one thing i don’t needis any more apologiesi got sorry greeting me at my front dooryou can keep yoursi don’t know what to do with themthey dont open doorsor bring the sun ...

Al Masjid Al Nabawi (mosque of Prophet pbuh) It was 48 C and the sky was wearing a hot wind, the air with a soul of damascus rose, cardomon patchouli, Italian lemon or a harmony of tobacco running through the streets of Medina. Yours truly was away for a couple of two weeks and more to the middle east for Umrah ...

From the time I was a kid I have been a deep lover of Colombo's trees hugging them everytime I see them and loved travelling around Colombo on a daily basis. Galle face used to be my lullaby cot. Dad tells me when I used to be so rebellious about riding to Galle face everyday until I dosed off to ...

I was at the beach last week. A beach thick with beauty and a long drive. There are things that are madly attractive. I love things. things that have a soft foot traipsing around the waist of the sea. I love when tiny teeth of waves munch through the shoreline. Like a fire on a candle. I love how the ...

day 19- a poem from your favourite anthology/collectionis of an indian's. Kamala Das. As you know I mentioned before that a majority of my favourite poems cocoon from Kerala. Ensconced with her poems one evening, I was immensely snatched by the voice in her throat. The way it once said at an interview, ' I always wanted love and if ...

day 18 - a poem that you wish you heard being read by its poetRoulade by Dilruba AhamedThe rain’s roulade against the roofwill wake her, not the muezzin’s callto prayer at dawn, though she was drawnto it one night in our father’s village,cousins arm in arm down a moonlit road,filmi style, romantic. Earlier that day,the boys shared one piece of ...

Day 17- a poem you would like to read out loud to the worldMaya Del Valle's poems are pretty good for this however, I also prefer Andrea Gibson's Say Yes. One of my favourite poetsSay Yeswhen two violins are placed in a roomif a chord on one violin is struckthe other violin will sound the noteif this is your definition ...

day 16 - a poem that you love seeing performedNone of other than William Shakespeare's Sigh no more.Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,men were deceivers ever;one foot in sea, and one on shore,to one thing constant never.Then sigh not so,but let them go,and be you blithe and bonny,converting all your sounds of woeinto hey nonny nonny.Sing no more ditties, ...

Day 14 - a poem that noone would expect you to loveLeonard Cohen has this way of bringing the small things to shine like God. This is his I wonder how many people in this city. Very thoughtful.I wonder how many people in this city from 'The Spice Box of Earth'.I wonder how many people in this citylive in furnished ...

Day 12- a poem you dont understand a word ofBlow, Bugle, Blow by Lord Alfred TennysonThe splendour falls on castle wallsand snowy summits old in story:the long light shakes across lakesand the wild cataract leaps in glory.Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flyingBlow, bugle, blow, eachoes, dying dying, dying.O hark, O hear! how thing and cleaand thinner, clearer, farther ...

Of tennis and other things Boo.Yes and yet again Nadal gets to bite the side of another French Open trophy. I do not detest him like I detest Safina. Ive been fond of his cutting edged playing style and his numerous trophy collections at such an age. Wonder what Ill do at 24-25. However, ...

day 11-a poem from your favourite poetThough there maybe a list of favourites from Malayalam to Sri Lankan, Singaporean to the world over, Meena Kandasamy's poetry takes a strong hold with feminisim and heavy myths flowing graciously impudent. I like that.A favourite this is.Amnesia, SelectiveWhen memory decidesto no longer bear the burdens-of pain, or even plain indifferenceshe had her winsome ...

day 10- a poem you wished your mother/father read to youPlenty by Isobel Dixon reminds me of my mother. I wish Mom would turn a little sweet from sour and slept this to me.When I was young and there were five of usall running riot to my mother's quiet despair,our old enamel tub, age stained and pockedupon its griffin claws, ...

day 08 a poem you know by heartI was Mrs F's favourite for reciting poems at Elocution. There is nothing wrong in bragging about your childhood. Iam missing it. Everyday as life is shortening and you say you are only growing. However, though I may be growing 'wiser' I have failed to save a poetry piece in memory but childhood ...

day 07- a poem that reminds me of a certain eventJust as I was reading this poem, the last day at math tuition struck me. It was somewhere around 02.00 in the morning when we were done with practising heavy past paper sums for the Math OL paper from 3 in the evening. After crunching ordered Pizzas, racing sums and ...

day 06- a poem that reminds you of somewhereCertainly a tough choice nevertheless, I died trying when school and a fun packet of friends hit my night in a dream last night. I will not forget the O Levels where one Literature class peppered with roars of laughter from our boys and squirrel like giggles from the girls when the ...

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