Latest posts by Malvika IyerKrishna: This painting. It has so much to say. Who is she, Meera? Meera: She? She is.. sensuous. She is poetic. She is lyrical. She is a dreamer. In an existential trance, she breathes romance. Paris. That is Paris pour elle. Amorous and vintage. Sitting there on satin sheets on an antique brass cot...
Posted on 30 September 2012 | 7:37 pm
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In the bubble of her illusion Tulips and peach blossoms Pondering silently A holiday in her heart The choice came Brutally wounding her She saw through The tarnished halo She sensed it The fading hope And, she felt it The regret in herself Disturbance in the mirror Betrayed her into thinking She was...
Posted on 20 February 2011 | 8:48 pm
Read postWandering in the moors With myriad thoughts, In shadows he hid, In stillness he crept. Life and love had gone cold; Hatred arrived from depths untold. Creatures eyed him with envious glance; He was proud of his own stance. In the howling wilderness Eyeing with scrupulous attention, He found her, his...
Posted on 25 December 2010 | 7:55 pm
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