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I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between. ~ Sylvia Plath
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In day with sun, bright with light,
One gleams with warmth, and delight
When darkness comes, where light may fade,
A heart of gold becomes decayed.
In daylights glow, kindness prevails
But in the night, sin unveils
Light and dark, in constant sway,
Everyone shifts in night and day.
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Author: 15 year old boy growing up in America
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Poetry
Human life without some form of poetry is not human life but animal existence. ~ Randall Jarrell
The Rainbow Never Left Me: A Poem For Our School Reunion by Rachana
You left —But the laughter never did. Those memories are never silent. Even when our feet walked the tree-lined campus,Our heads were conquering the worldWith the courage of our glorious dreams. Giggles over boring lectures,Destroying the benchesWith doodles of our...
Drenched – A Poem by Rachana
What happens when you surrender to the earth’s love and wonder, and two lovers find themselves caught in the eye of a storm? Read along. Rain hits the tin rooflike a thousand loose needles,these passing clouds —messengers of thunder,order us to drop...
Daughters of the Earth: A Poem on Womanhood and Friendship
This poem was originally written in Telugu by my mother, Anuradha Nadella. This is her tribute to womanhood, sisterhood, and the enduring strength built through shared bonds of friendship. Read her original Telugu poem HERE. - Just like the timewhen a...
An Anthology of Poems by Rachana Nadella-Somayajula: Love, Life, and the Human Spirit
Child Bearers of the World - What Remains A mother holds her baby boy close.He had meant a thousand heartbeats.Life inside the womb was longer than on earth.Being still alive is no good than being stillborn. Read the full poem HERE. Still Standing, Still...
Breathless – A Poem Read by Rachana
- Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Breathless Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and...
The Love Addicts – A Poem by Rachana
Some poems are for dreamy addicts. And this is one such poem about ritualized longing and the addictive comfort of surrender. Hope you like it. i think of you often,a little more than i should —just the vertigo of wantingwhat ties my hands behind me....
Smoke Show – A Poem by Rachana
A smoke show is someone who's captivating in a slightly dangerous way. I'm framing something here which can be technically "forbidden" within the constraints of our life. Find out what the heat is all about. you saidi can’t get lockedinto tight places...
Breathless – A Poem by Rachana
Through Breathless, I capture fleeting moments of desire and intimacy, weaving cosmic and everyday imagery. These micro-poems are tiny jolts of electricity, meant to be felt when words fail and emotions can’t betray us. CURBING HUNGER desire tearing...
Inside the Wild Cage – A Poem by Rachana
We spend an insane amount of time being "wild" only in our thoughts. This piece explores what happens when we finally say "ok, fine" to the person holding the key, and trade our inner silence for something much louder. told youi can't get locked...
Kryptonite – A Poem Read by Rachana
https://youtu.be/r1ydUcfoIsU - Want To Listen To The Article Instead? - Kryptonite Kryptonite is an exploration of that high-voltage space between a professional facade and private vulnerability, where an "iron will" dissolves into the blue light...
Love For My Lava – A Poem by Rachana
It’s not a recurring dream —it’s my childhood in technicolor. I’m in Eluru again,first-floor balcony,colored baby chicksstrut past the open street sewer. Over the brick wall,police cadets march —stiff, precise,the way colonizers drilled them,looking ridiculous under...
Anima – Micro Poetry by Rachana
Hi, thank you for reading my micro poems. Anima means soul in Latin. According to Carl Jung, it refers to the unconscious feminine archetype within a man: the inner image of woman that bridges the conscious ego and the deeper psyche, often manifesting as intense...
Very matured thoughts for a 15 yr old. Congratulations.
Indeed, thank you :-)