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Prajna L.S.

Updated: Thu, 22 Dec 2016 07:29 pm

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Biography

Writing poems is not actually my domain. I do write reviews of books, poems now and then in my mother tongue, and translate from English to my native language Kannada. I have published some of them in my personal blog. I spend time in reading and recently have taken interest in photography. I am a student of literature and have taught English Literature for three years. My present home is Nairobi, in Kenya. Poetry is my new found companion. Earlier I used to hesitate a bit to read if it was poetry. Now, I enjoy immensely. Love unraveling the mysteries hidden inside, feel excited to know the interplay of words and emotions. It is like a free space provided to me to travel in, across and all over. It is like an ocean hiding treasures inside its womb, and I a voyager swim across to find new territories. It is an opportunity to know new poets from different parts of the world and read what they have to say. I feel connected. By getting inspiration from you all, I too may start writing!

Samples

Here is a sample: The Art Cafe Before me is a cup of hot cappuccino topped with milk foam in the shape of a heart. A heart floating in a bowl of heavily scented silence. In a silky white attire, bewitching the ailing minds, assuring of an ethereal future. A gentle kiss. The milky foamy heart, a healer in pretense, seeps slowly into my overcast depth only to stimulate dampen sparks Unfamiliar faces, yet so soothing I stare at nothing in particular A forwarded joke on my WhatsApp and I text back a smile. “Still upset?” “No, I am alright” a digital smile in return. Start everything again from the debris seal open wounds, and smile we are resilient you see. Brave. I stare at nothing in particular. A Waitress in multicoloured synthetic hair braids is returning with an empty tray raking an uncomfortable past up. Her young boyfriend, missing since a month was a thief with many women that she knew. Denying the rumours about his death in a police encounter She waits. A kind lover, she is. A unique blend Of half truth; the Cafe brews. -Prajna

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