“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry) & pictures (posters )
Muse woke up when I received a WhatsApp message from my dear friend while driving to work. His message cautioned opening email containing an attachment tasksche.exe. In a few minutes, the poem formed, done by the time I reached office.
“There is infinite power in the invisible. Respect it.”
“There is enormous power in small things” Enjoy the poem ‘Shakthi’.
“Everyday things are my teacherTo be curious is my feature” Dedicated my late father Thiruvengadam, an amazing teacher who taught me ‘inquiry’. When I sought an answer from him, he responded with a question, forcing me to inquire and find the answer myself. Painful it was then, but wonderful it is now. I inherited this trait and use it liberally, sometimes to the chagrin of students/colleagues. Certainly the Gods are wiser with you there Appa.
“He is in love with math and sees her in every path”. Dedicated to Sathya Murthy & Aranha (late) my wonderful teachers of math at St Germain’s High School, a subject that became my love. Happy teachers day Sir and Ma’am in heaven.
A lovely comment by Jayaraman Chandramouli on my earlier poem “Life is a coconut” triggered my muse and set me thinking on the chemistry and biology related to thinking and feeling. Here is a poem “Chemistry and Biology of Language” for you Jayaraman Chandramouli. In this poem I have experimented with multiple fonts and colours to add creativity to words.
When my son clicked on video on Blue whale I got paranoid and told him not to even watch it. He promptly stopped. And then I wrote this poem for him, outlining the shape of a young kid, that can become a cross.
Inspired by recent political happenings in a neighbouring state when the Iron Lady who ruled passed away suddenly.
How do different people see the world?
Inspired by the sad happenings due to arrest of a famous Godmen in North India recently.