BRINDHA VINODH

BRINDHA VINODH

Hopes Or Dupes?

I saw on the road’s ethnic clashes, ethics lost

batons of caste and religion bequeathed to the youth,

manners uncouth.

Humanity fading into oblivion?

All melancholy news.

Lurking ambush.

Whether wither war wither

or RIP peace?

Upon the respect of togetherness, hatred chides

no rebukes or chides.

Unison spreads goodwill,

Let human chains ameliorate.

Poetry Of My Own

I don’t expect a plaque of engraved praises

for my pen wields what my heart feeds

fragments of inspiration from here and there,

a lyrical ensemble of articulated assembly.

Nor do I welcome negative chimes

that retards the creativity of the self

to write fake poetry of applause;

I rejoice in the pristine thoughts of self-driven construes,

my verses sans metaphors, alliterations and imagery

are but images that mirror expressions of the heart,

they portray a profusely profound ethereal bond.

Moments

The night rains of emotions.

Seething arguments,

war of words,

exhausted energy.

Silence spills

Roses ascend thorns

ego wrapped into a bundle

warmth of love in cuddle,

the bliss of new happiness,

time—a mere frozen nothingness.

BRINDHA VINODH

BRINDHA VINODH:  A homemaker poet and former copyeditor. She holds a masters in Econometrics and resides currently in the United States of America with her family. Her poems have been published in magazines and ezines regularly.