Poetry
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The Student
Hi! So, to continue contributing to my creativity (and to my website), I’ve decided to participate in the #52WeekWritingChallenge, where I plan to contribute as many poems as I can. StoryMirror has been organizing the event for the last five years now. As part of the challenge, the jury will provide a prompt for each Continue reading
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The Warmth and the Chill
Hi! So, to continue contributing to my creativity (and to my website), I’ve decided to participate in the #52WeekWritingChallenge, where I plan to contribute as many poems as I can. StoryMirror has been organizing the even for the last five years now. As part of the challenge, the jury will provide a prompt for each Continue reading
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The Year Gone By
Hi! So, to continue contributing to my creativity (and to my website), I’ve decided to participate in the #52WeekWritingChallenge, where I plan to contribute as many poems as I can. StoryMirror has been organizing the even for the last five years now. As part of the challenge, the jury will provide a prompt for each Continue reading
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Poetry Contest Submission: Limerick
When I was pleasantly surprised by not just the effort but also the result of it. In the end, it was one learning experience I will remember for a long time. Thank you, Padhne Likhne Wale, for this opportunity. Continue reading
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Micropoetry: Fair and Simple
Neither more nor less.Learning, reading at this pace.Once in a while, rest. ©Suyog KetkarNovember, 2021 #micropoetry #haiku After reading twenty four books in 2021, and completing the reading target I had set for myself, I’ve realised that I could skim a lot of time for myself. Considering the long list of things that I (rather Continue reading
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The Folklore of Settling the Score
Crumpled papersYet again blurt this lore.Akin to the silent lipsThat confess the days of yore. Fragments of paragraphsYet again rise from ashes to roar.Akin to the shards of the glassThat once kept her thirsty for more. Stories of the unknownYet again begin to pore.Akin to some deepest secretThat once lay riddled fore. Shreds of torn Continue reading
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The Poor Truth
The empty caverns of little stomachEchoed through the moans.Gratification could be sought with food,She has learnt, not with expensive loans. The burdened shoulders couldn’t slouch furtherThey were forced into a truce.She had a younger brother to feedOnly that much was her poor, little truth. The journalist, too, paid her heavilyAfter all, she didn’t speak for Continue reading
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Show me the Way
When the dark skies of uncertaintyDon’t let the light gleam through.And it’s impossible to see, decipherIn the absence of any hope-resembling ray.I, with folded hands and eyes tightly shut,Shall look up to you and thus begin to pray. It is that time again.I must choose.That time to commit — Yay or nay!Believe in belief.Tread towards Continue reading
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Thirst for Words
Worst for the words,It appears to me,Is for them to cease to exist.Pressing as your heart ever may. Worst, indeed, for the words,It is, you must know, for theyWill no longer turn into goldThat once was hay. Worst, yes, for the words,It is, you discover, that theyWill not unearth—never anymore—Buried thoughts that lay. Worst, surely, Continue reading
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Tourists
It was at the first light of lifeThat they took the baby step.And continued to walk alongEven as they slept. Still bright and breezyWere they at the wee hours.Trudged through whileStill learning their powers. Amidst the blossoming yellowBathed, fed the fellows!Then around the noonTheir lives began to bloom. Their gaily souls traced the trails.Still young Continue reading
The Wordsmith 