sowmya vidyadhar's Writings
Poetry refuses to enter my everyday paper. I wait with my knees under my chin My white skirt tucked under my bottom and I feel like a child waiting for the rain to fill my bowl. At fifteen i wrote my first poem and was utterly proud of it; the words came to me regularly like a sixteen year old's menstrual cycle stronger as the years went by, curves and ...
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf - Sylvia Plath”
It wouldnt be true to say that i write good poetry, but well, I try to. I have been writing since the age of fifteen and yes i write about things that both arouse me and vex me. I dont have a book nor have i published anything (Except some verses that...
sowmya’s Favorite Books
My Story - kamala das A thousand spelndid suns and The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini One Hundred years of solitude - Gabriel García Márquez