They tell me, "I have to stop."It's a waste of time.You are spoiling your life.You are no good at it. You have a good job at hand.Why don't you focus on that?MBA, Medicine, IT- it sellsPoetry doesn't sell. Is this poetry what you write?It has no rhyme.It's like a story.Why don't you write a story … Continue reading Poem: Poetry Doesn’t Sell
Author: Lirio
The author is a former I.T. professional hailing from Kerala, India. She writes online under her pen name ‘Lirio Marchito.’ Her write-ups mainly include poems, short stories, book reviews and blogs. She writes in both Malayalam and English.
Her first book/poetry collection in English, 'The Blue Rabbit' was published by Writers Workshop, India in 2021.
Amazon: https://www.amazon.in/Blue-Rabbit-Joyce-Job/dp/8194998514/
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58649315-the-blue-rabbit
Publisher link: https://www.writersworkshopindia.com/books/the-blue-rabbit/
Poem: Ammi’s Whispers
My ammi whispers to the walls at times of tales I have never heard of. In white walls and white doors, the magical kingdom of Thansoor unfurls. When the drum beats sing his praises and the dragons hoot his arrival, the mighty king fights the evil one, Thenshah. Ammi blushes looking on blank walls and … Continue reading Poem: Ammi’s Whispers
Poem: It’s My World Too
Giving love to his love in secret, the gay man quipped, “It's my world too.”
Poem: Poetry
They tell me “Poetry is for the elite, It’s under currents too deep for the common minds to sink in.” Just like they told “Vedas is for the elite, Hymns are for the elite” But we deciphered it, didn’t we? Didn’t we learn that God doesn’t speak in Sanskrit? Didn’t we see that God loves … Continue reading Poem: Poetry
Poem: Follower
How many more prison days in utter dismay and angst? How many more failures Blaming wrong turns and torch bearers? How many more miles in this sea Before it rains and the sky clears? How many more reasons to wander Ignoring the tail of your shadows? How much more distance to walk Before I stumble, … Continue reading Poem: Follower
Poem: Old terrors
Where sea touch the shores like a man in namaz, where mountains kneel to tell a bead of prayer, where eagles circle the saint shot by arrows, I met her, my twin as a pilgrim in my homeland. Blue eyes, blonde hair and fair skin but she had my eyes, my ears and my nose. … Continue reading Poem: Old terrors
Poem: Twins
Where sea touch the shores like a man in namaz, where mountains kneel to tell a bead of prayer, where eagles circle the saint shot by arrows, I met her, my twin as a pilgrim in my homeland. Blue eyes, blonde hair and fair skin but she had my eyes, my ears and my nose. … Continue reading Poem: Twins
Poem: He Floats Above the Crowds
He floats above the crowds Each step a smooth stride Every poem, one of his moods downtrodden by the casual ride Scribbling rhymes with such ease Singing songs with each breeze He says he is nobody But he can be anybody A story teller or a risky sailor A fellow poet or an ace runner
Poem: In Madness
Every night I waited for poetry in my bed, eyes not blinking. But she never came with her hair let loose. She didn't come when I needed her the most. Insomniac nights, madness and existential crisis- she missed all the big events of my life. But then she came uninvited in the most inappropriate times … Continue reading Poem: In Madness
Poem: Nature Self
Lush green mountains Bliss blue sky Crystal clear brooks Windy dusty roads. Look! Another tree on our way with a myna's nest in it. Look! An old tap in its shade with running water for free. Can I take a sip? Can I quench my thirst? Can I take it for free? Can I walk … Continue reading Poem: Nature Self
Lirio's Wanderings 