fledgling

The gloomy tunnel of twilight Holding secrets locked deep Ones where not a ray of daylight touch In fear and secrecy The whispering twigs, yearning to fill Empty conversations, with words of no human sense Where the rocky pinnacles, weep in terror Tears of horror, trickling down the creeks And shiver in the cold deathly hallows With the icy breeze that it clings onto Only to slowly curdle and thicken blood Raging in the agony of a restless soul Its vengeful screams, muffled in the deathly silence Are the slaps of wrath and fury, Are the charging torrents of terror Hungry for my blood-soaked flesh, True? Just a mere trick.

I feel like an innocent child, again! Running down the street amid the frosty air Clutching tight my childhood treat Oh, I can feel it, warm and gooey! Yes, a piece of chocolate - a marvellous creation One that is crafted with memories Those days of my tender childhood Those fantasies of my naive youth What pleasure it was, I wish to relish now Like the nugget of wonder in my pocket! And oh, the same rich sweetness Hugged my darling's apron too The intense rich aroma Of dried coffee and cacao Oh, how I yearn for it today! While my tongue swirls the sweet sticky treat The chocolate, thick as heavy clay Smears itself inside my mouth Only to carry me away, beyond the heavens Like the devastating passion she struck in me While I bite into this sliver of beauty The crunchy almonds crack up in delight Like her cute childlike giggles The treacle steadily oozes on my tongue Freed from its prison of rich cocoa Oh, it is melting away Like the youth fantasie...

The eerie air, screaming voices unheard The sharp piercing eyes, heavy with question Waiting for my tongue to carve an answer A wailing abyss Not the breeze of gloaming Not the wrathful torrents of the ocean Not the treacle of the heavens Not the humble blood of earth Neither the sweet cry of a nightingale Nor the thunderous roar of a hurt lioness But only those pursed lips could fill.  

Trapped and shrouded in darkness Not a wisp of air touched my skin Thrown on a piercing bed of arrows Screaming hatred, rejection and apathy    Have I fallen to dust? Brushed aside in lethargy Are the broken shards my confidence? The fragments, all reflecting me, amid a blur of tears A sculpture, once standing proud Now reduced to mere dust, crumbling in fear To console my weeping heart To fill the void of joy, evaporated Rushes in darkness, to hug me tight in solace Has the radiance of my bronze Lost its sheen to the icy white of yours? Is the light at the end of the tunnel Only a myth of human folly? Come light, Shine upon me, let my bronze glow And shatter the tunnel into fragments For I no longer see my crystal Buried beneath the heap of opinions Oh, and let those tears, slowly Evaporate in fury and passion And blaze like a gleaming flicker Proudly dancing to its own tune Not only to illuminate the world With its dazzling smile But also ...

Dear Comrade (2019) Cast : Vijay Devarakonda, Rashmika Mandanna Director : Bharat Kamma Music : Justin Prabhakaran                Genre : Romance/Drama Synopsis : Bobby, a youngster with anger issues, finds love in Lilly, a distant cousin with whom he              embarks on an emotional roller-coaster of its own kind.  Rating : ★★★★☆ "A crazy emotional ride" This tale speaks about Bobby, a young impulsive 'comrade', who has anger issues and tramps around his locality thrashing up goons. Bobby is an intriguing mixture of anger and idealism who is confused with his values and ideals. That is when he bumps into Lilly (no, literally), whom he gradually softens up to. The most fascinating aspect of Kamma's thoughts is the way he molds his characters in the most charming way. Watching the breezy friendship blossom into a devastating passion is truly the most delicious part of this film. Thi...

When my droopy petals begin to drop And try to slip very gently into The warm cuddling arms of Morpheus Alas, I am warned not yet For the fallen angel has shaken me Yet again. Rage and thunder, my soul While the world sleeps like a peaceful baby Screaming in the twilight silence Lest my soul be your captive Of your wicked midnight rendezvous Grappling and clinging to the last breath Alas, one that broke free moments ago Nibbling away on my peace so tranquil His claws piercing deep in my faint heart Leaving a sharp pang, throbbing so tenderly A fresh wave of painful agony Flowing through my tired veins The tormenting demon, you ask? One so merciless, and heartless Lest there be a creature of that sort For it is none but the Unbeaten foe of mankind The bitter souls of twilight That rob you of peace and calm The dancing swirls of worry Strangling my spirit, in iron chains Much to the struggle, to break loose Sleep, my dear child Forget the choking nightm...

Most heroes we see on the big screen swim in money and fame, thrash goons and reduce larger-than-life tasks to dust. These heroes and their trivial might not stay in our mind for long, for we mostly just scoff and call it imaginary. But what if I tell you that there actually is a hero among us, who cares deeply about the people around her and actually makes an impact in people's lives? Our hero comes from the tiny Vinayagapuram Street in Surapet, Chennai. Sujatha, or Suja Ma as she is affectionately called by local residents, is truly a hero in her society. She is no person born with a silver spoon, yet she is a celebrity among the residents in the street, with every one knowing her residence. We all wonder about the story behind this wonderful human being. Read on to learn more about our Surapet Superwoman. Our hero was leading a simple life of a common woman (and she still does.) She noticed the society around her was changing and evolving. Her eyes fell upon a fast-growi...