Swaroop Manikandan : Writing

somewhere we are...

somewhere we are...

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


That evening I started telling youabout my dream of reaching nowhere.But your initial wordsand the silence towards the end,guided us to reach that roo..
Possessed . . .

Possessed . . .

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


'I have started morning walks',the poet was telling his friendlast evening.'You must be writing more poems these days'responded the friend.'I don't wr..
The lost river...

The lost river...

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


We decided to break the wallfrom both the sides.By the time we could makesome major damages to it,our parts of river started gushing through the gaps...
Dancecoded...

Dancecoded...

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


The message of dancereached me encodedin a rhetorical happenstance.As I get into its rhythmto decode the tune,all the words in the messagestart dancin..
the white sheet

the white sheet

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


That was a misty winter nightWe of course lit the fire togetherJust little fire andmore and more unjust smoke.Not sure that we tried to..
from wisdom to freedom ...

from wisdom to freedom ...

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


Bodhi tree of the Autumn.Buddha was sitting with his eyes closed,under the not so intense branches.The wisdom was waiting to fallas one among the with..
where am I now . . ?

where am I now . . ?

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


My friend the other daywas telling about the rainplaying hide and seek.I then deviated and starteda new topic . . ."I feel like moving ahead fromthe w..
seas, shores and boats

seas, shores and boats

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


At first there wasonly one sea.Then there happeneda pair of seas,one for youand one for me.And thenthere were many seascoming upon the basis ofeverybo..
a word a sea

a word a sea

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


One after anotherI pluck the wordsthat move in the passing windand throw them into the sea.The words that float and disappearon the withdrawing wavesr..
knowing death . . . (may be annoying at times)

knowing death . . . (may be annoying at times)

A Poem by Swaroop Manikandan


My philosophical friendvisited me this morning.(I hope I have introduced him to you earlier)"What's the quote for the day?",I queried."The first-birth..