Power of Age

Joint Poetry by Venkataraman L.N. and Joseph Kurian

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All is white

I wrap up warm
against the cold
I feel it now
I’m getting old
There’s white on
everything around
The air is crystal
n’er a sound.

White with Seed

New Year’s Wake

Winter’s Candle – form poetry

Image, Shutterstock

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The

snow

crisscrosses,

darts,

The Whomans!

All the while I thought
Why She had some?
Why He had all?
Both He and She were Humans..

All the while I thought
Why Whites were favoured?
Why Darks were abhorred?
Both Whites and Darks were Humans..

Grey

Bright undefined disillusions
Have painted my way
They’ve erased black and white
I see only a vivid grey

Left and right are hard to see
Wrong or right is hard to be
Uncertainty grows on me like a tree
Enveloping me until I can barely see