Screened Innocence

Poetry, Illustrations, Photography and more... "We all start off with a handful of innocence and nothing else and in time a veil is pulled over it... it gets hidden and screened away from the world and we become a shadow of the darkness all around... "

Name: Anubhav Kushwaha
Location: Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, India

I started writing with poetry around 1996-97. I have been writing since then - poetry, stories, articles etc. I lost most of my initial works as I never cared to write it down in one place. Then later after friends started nudging me to take my writing more seriously, I started writing down in a diary and finally started blogging in around 2003. I deleted my first blog "Across the wall" for certain reasons in 2006 and then started again with "Screened Innocence". I am inspired by human emotions. Be it courage, fear, love, lust, greed, desire, loneliness or anything else and that is what makes me write most of my works. I am currently working on a novella called "My rough way" and am also actively looking for a literary representative as well as a publisher. My current employment in the software industry does not leave much time for writing but then it being my first love, writing does find time in my life some way or the other...

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

She danced

Stepping forth in silence,
With the music in her mind,
She lifted her skirt so slight,
To see how the anklets looked.
For they were given with love;
Maybe more but then what does
A callous mind in love know!
To swirl with a slow twirl,
To step back and slope against -
Just air!? Or is it a feeling
That carries her around tonight,
She's floating by space and time.
She could hear the drums already,
Oh she tapped her feet with them.
And the strings! A sweet flute...
So she glided across the floor,
Her hair falling behind her,
As if daring to catch up with -
The feelings fusing in the air.
The zyme of desires setting in,
So fast sometimes and so slow -
Like with the upturns of beats,
And the spaces between octaves,
Just when she could hear herself -
Breath. Smile. Blush. Laugh!
Tonight something was so right,
She felt like she's lived it,
She began years ago from zilch,
Tonight with infinity she dances...

-Anubhav

1 Comments:

Blogger writerwoman said...

There is a lot of life in this poem. It inspires movement in me.

February 15, 2008 6:42 AM  

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