Jaya Pillai

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day11 Tanka   Lost in my coffee – A tantalizing brown pool, Brewed to perfection, I watch the

#NapoWrimo 2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day10   I plan to travel one day, perhaps between two weekends, when the world will not rush

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day9   You aren’t the dew kissed morning rose Or the rubicund evening sky Or the flickering flame

#NapoWrimo2015 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day8 #Haiku   Amidst the shadows, The soul awakens to light. Purple flowers fall. Image : Rita Ox (

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day7   How A Poem is Born It starts with a moment that catches you unaware. It then

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day6   My words travel through dead pathways, Picking fossils cast randomly here and there, Unknown, undeciphered, almost

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day5 At first, there is dryness. Sponge like clouds have sucked away the moisture that churns with the

#NapoWrimo2025 #ArtoonsInnPoetryParlour #Day4   The morning breeze curls itself around the nascent morning light which snuggles in the little spaces