Reverie

  “Don’t cross the line,” we are often told, But who determines the bounds we‘re forced to fold? Are boundaries mere enclosures to keep us tight, Or are they pole stars that explicitly guide our flight?   Do we encase what heart wants to speak, For fear that truth may sound, bold and bleak? Do we hush our voices, to spare the pain, Or spark those thoughts to break the chain?   Some lines would protect, some would divide, And some lines are drawn to defend our pride. Yet breaking boundaries, blithe and bright, Uncovers unjustness hidden from the sight.   Does breaking divides, bring justice fair, Or give the heedless room to tear? Did it free the world to rise and stand tall, Or leave it in shackles, to stumble and fall?   But for every boundary for every confine, A way will emerge to rise and shine. Not all should break, nor all should remain, For wisdom in this world would always retain. © Anjana Premkumar 2025

    I would name them ‘Martyrs’ The orphaned souls who died A thousand times watching their kin Slaughtered, slain, snatched away By the cruel hands of fate   Yet living in remembrance Of happiness stripped from them A life that would have been A haven of mixed emotions Ups and downs shared together   They are the Bravehearts Who took a million unfired bullets To their chest squeezing out   Unshed blood from their hearts Leaving no eye devoid of tears   They are the valiant soldiers Who faced the armed cowards With arms bare and minds firm Ready to lay down their life For another to live   They dared to confront the deranged Who slaughtered men to divide and shatter The unity, the integrity, the pride The nation has strived hard to build They are the Martyrs, the Bravehearts, our true Heroes!     © Anjana Premkumar   2025    

  Cluck cluck, this way dear horsey The sky is so bright and blue I know you are happy and I am too What’s holding you back though? Ah, it must be the meadows for sure It’s lush green vibrance tempting you   But my friend let’s move along - There’s more to see, to explore!   Life is but a ball of curiosity Look, those pine trees standing tall Like silhouettes of proud men on call Mysterious yet enticing to hear Its shadows whispering tales unclear   Queer and bizarre may it seem I find beauty in Nature’s darkest seam The bewitching call of the deep Cloaked in mystery yet serene Luring like a sorceress with spells unseen   Let’s climb these mountains Reach higher to touch the sky Where winds whistle lullabies and clouds hug to comfort your soul   Come my friend let’s move along - There’s more to see, to explore!   Do you hear the pops my dear - Crackles of fire crackers, are they? Or prac...

  Never had I ever thought, You were the dream I always sought. The initial shock, the stunned silence, Turned into mirth and joy in an instance.   What were you, my tiny little one? Emotions twirling as typhoon spun The epitome of perfection inside out- You are my bliss, my peace, I would shout.   Precious as the first born were you, Birthed with feelings novel and new. Every feature, every element you held, Were conceived in rhyme, love unparallelled.   I mentioned rhyme you say? Yes, it is the book of poems to portray. An assortment of poems, themes that vary, Presents but reflections of life primary.   Verses woven with thoughtful precision, Experience, observation builds its notion. The values and lessons it may imaprt, Will remain in you, not to depart.   A book of substance, sure to spear, Its messages fair, loud and clear. They give justice to my perception, Reflections in Rhyme is my proud c...

  The image here is of the moon, captured by me using my Samsung M14 Android phone on Wednesday (12.03.2025), Thursday (13.03.2025), and Friday (14.03.2025), respectively, from my balcony at home in Thiruvananthapuram, India. I happen to be extremely lucky on Friday, as, just moments after capturing a few shots, the moon disappeared from the sky. A total lunar eclipse was witnessed on Friday, the first one since 2022. During a total lunar eclipse, long wavelengths of sunlight are refracted through Earth’s atmosphere before reaching the Moon, which reflects them in reddish hues, often resembling the color of blood. The Moon does not disappear from sight but instead takes on this reddish tint, hence, earning it the name Blood Moon. So, a Blood Moon occurs during a total lunar eclipse when the Sun, Earth, and Moon align in that order. This year, the celestial spectacle was visible only in certain parts of the world, including North America, South America, Africa, and the western parts...

“Hear me my son,” his mother said, And she stroked softly his tiny head. “The world around you is not always kind, But in them, love and empathy you should find.”   "When you look at a girl, see her grace, Her spirit, her dreams, not her face. Respect her voice, her choice, her conviction, And never let your pride rule your diction.”   “Be a hand to help her, not control, A heart, that feels the agony of her soul. She is not fragile, nor meant to rot, She is a shoulder to lean on and support.”   “And not just women - listen my son, All people in the world are equal and one. No one is lesser, no one is above, You should live in harmony, with care and love.”   “So, promise me my son, wherever you go, Your heart will lead, your kindness will flow. For a good man stands for what is right, He leads the path from darkness to light.”   "The boy looked up to his mother with reverence, Her words awakened in him deep per...

  A beginning to all ends and closed doors, Uninvited, yet your presence awakens and pours- A new feeling within your frozen self- To pry on the change, you are forced to dwell.   You are not a farewell but a path set aside, For the mortals that had failed to abide- The rules of eternal truth, you shun- That time and tide wait for none.   You are a mirror to the deeds in the past, A yearning to hold a past that would last. A reality that a future will be born, With the dreams, of those who are gone.   You are no slayer or a merciless disguise, But a healer of the hurt soul, I surmise! You bring the living closer to reality- That life once born will not survive to eternity.   Life takes you through laughter and pain, Death returns you to the stars once again. If life is an ode of both sorrow and cheer, Death then, is the silence that makes it sincere.   © Anjana Premkumar   2025    

  Man, and beast had shared the land, In harmony they lived, with peace at hand. But now the wild strays into human domain, Branded as threats and reasons of pain.   Elephants, tigers, and boars untamed, Roam through settlements, their hunger inflamed. Not one, not two, but many lost lives, Felled by beasts, nothing thrives nor revives.   And man, in anger, sought to avenge, Traps were laid, to take their revenge. Merciless hands struck the beasts down, As if their deaths could appease the town.   Eyes wept for the human loss, Mourning for lives whose fate were tossed. But who would hear the silent cries, Of beasts, with no one to lament if they die.   Why do they stray? The answer though known, Yet man pretends, refusing to own. Their selfish reasons cruel and senseless, Blamed the wild as fearsome and ruthless.   Can the voiceless come forth and say— It was our home you snatched away? You cleared our forests, dried our streams, Left us with no food, no sh...

  Your eyes tugged my heart so tight, Like drumbeats echoing in all it’s might. Your silent gaze, so sharp and deep, Would unsettle my mind even in sleep   My lips went mute, my words set still, My eyes were locked against my will. Your cool appeal, your subtle grace, Left me captive in your space.   From friends we knew came warnings to part, Their voices murmured, "You’re worlds apart." A force so meek yet stance so high, Made me waver and step aside.   I promised to keep my distance true, And shield my heart from falling too. Yet fate had plans beyond my sight, The moment you spoke, I lost the fight.   Raised within walls, loving but traditional, My heart obeyed, no dreams felt rational. I laughed at those who set the bars, For love knew nothing of birth or stars.   We parted ways to chase our skies, Not knowing where our fate would rise. And absence, as the wise men say, Made fonder hearts that pav...