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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalSivaranjani Viswanathan is a 16-year-old poet from Mumbai. She is a Bharatanatyam dancer, who in her free time, likes to read, paint and sketch. She was the winner of the Hindustan Times Scholarship 2017-2018. This is her first book. Her pieces - Lifeline and Solution were published recently in poetry anthologies by Poem Pajama - Lost Memory and Going Off The Grid respectively.Read More...
Sivaranjani Viswanathan is a 16-year-old poet from Mumbai. She is a Bharatanatyam dancer, who in her free time, likes to read, paint and sketch.
She was the winner of the Hindustan Times Scholarship 2017-2018. This is her first book.
Her pieces - Lifeline and Solution were published recently in poetry anthologies by Poem Pajama - Lost Memory and Going Off The Grid respectively.
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‘Every whisper that escapes the lips
Is accompanied with a fear that runs all over.’
What started out as a piece written for a recitation spurred into a series of poems; a medium of expressing opinions and emotions.
Looking Glass Self is a collection of 40 poems that hopes to instil a burning questioning in its readers. It questions existing beliefs and ideals and is a journey of introspection; each step undertaken with the wil
‘Every whisper that escapes the lips
Is accompanied with a fear that runs all over.’
What started out as a piece written for a recitation spurred into a series of poems; a medium of expressing opinions and emotions.
Looking Glass Self is a collection of 40 poems that hopes to instil a burning questioning in its readers. It questions existing beliefs and ideals and is a journey of introspection; each step undertaken with the willingness to muddy the waters. It speaks of reading between the lines and sullying already murky paths.
After all, beauty is only skin deep.
‘They say that the pen is mightier than the sword,
However, I believe that thought is the true overlord.’
Certain embers take flame,Forming myriad shapes.Sometimes,A deep drag of warm satisfaction,That moves through our lungs.Sometimes,The intoxication of a drug.While, Some materialize as a daily prayer of goodwill.The embers turn to burn brightly,As they take shape,Exuding warmth and aspiration.The em Read More...
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