sowmya vidyadhar's Writings
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Oct.13.2011
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 ...
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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”
—-Sylvia Plath
About sowmya
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