Fiction is from fictitious,

Fictiousness is delusional 

Delusion is creativity

Creativity is spiritual 

Spirituality is science

Science is validated 

Validation is proof

Proof of existence,

Existence of mighty and almighty

Denial and upraised to his pitty

to his grandeurs and ways, 

Dear lord, I owe it to your generosity 

All night and days!

Love

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

You don’t come to me in words, feelings or emotions

You come to me in full body, mind, heart and

Soul

You don’t come to me in caligraphied ink with signs or symbols

You come to me in real stories scribbled

You come to me not in days, months or schedules 

You come to me in fancies of our meetings or routine ridicules 

and then  you fume to submerge in unwants 

of ink, words, and spreads

like one in those thousands knotted threads...

Regards 

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

She smiled for the camera

And danced through the opera,

Placing her tiara 

UpRIGHT for the reel

Came home bruised 

To her own amuse, 

Nothing to look upto

Another grain of waste, mocked by a

One or two! 

Pouring hot tea , through the kettle 

All days in her jewelled life, 

Going lame and fatal! 

Then in colors of million different hues 

She proved through the successful woos!

Another one to cheer

But for thee, it's a one mere!

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

In the harms and charms of voyeurism,

I enjoyed my secret blow,

The fragrances and fun of the play

I rejoiced my secret stay,

The souls and the journey of togetherness

Me and my lord on this way,

In harmony and vibes of each other

Enroute freedom, we sway

In days to come, and lust to follow

The harms will mellow!

I wish

I hope

I Pray

Kiran Sakkar sudha

In those bibliographical slants and loops
I found the mis rhymes of religious bigotry,
Offering are made to the beautified clay pottery,

All my creatures with four legs and tail,
Starve and roam so frail,
Quintals in drain, tons of grains
No one smells and no one eats,
It remains stale even to the parakeets!

Humility is a passe, kindness is no religion,
No spiritual discourse, no physical inertia,
They all shall mute to those bibliographical slants and loops!

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

Voices scream
Voices shatter
Voices harm

Silence smiles
Silence pray
Silence bless

Dreams awakens
& Passion doesn't lets me sleep!


Kiran Sakkar Sudha

A dignified daughter of my guardian angels

It is tough to believe,
My beloved never raised a voice
They reared me in all poise

Immense proud to say
My angels are out of the crowd
We all love ours
And so do I

They taught me of things and its how, when and why

Of water, earths and sky
The unconditional bonds which god loosely tie
It gets me numb to say
We are together , sometimes might be away
I think of you all night and day
In my secrets talks
You always rejoice the stay
I will love you to the worlds and beyond
And promise to raise your head above
the odd high's...

Much power👊🏼✊🏻
Love always Ma- Pa- Ba