Kaafiya - The Poetry Festival: How 'Kaafiya' Came To Be

Kaafiya - The Poetry Festival: How 'Kaafiya' Came To Be: As we embark on the journey to make Kaafiya come alive as the grand dream we are all dreaming together, it is apt to hear from the Founde...

The moon is sitting on the branch of a tree

Dangling his legs into the sea, and

The night, hand-picks diamonds to embellish her wings...

© Neha R Krishna

मुझे उन चार दीवारों का रंग याद नहीं 

जीन चार दीवारों का रंग आज़ाद नहीं...

© Neha R Krishna

SHE

Like a delicate flower she wears red color smile, 

And velvety soft gestures 

Her wavy hair, like a black horse drilling the air, to paint fire.

In a pellucid jar of time, she poured red wine and dropped in two cubes of sugar, 

Stirring it with a silver spoon, she looked for some ice.

Audacity is the only jewel that blinks on her finger,

The sea choreographed her moves, and she took birth from fire.

When the sky saw her, it bent down to kiss her satiny smooth smile.

The satanic ocean is also thirsty looking at her serene cosmic soul.

SHE cherishes her womanhood with audacity...  

© Neha R Krishna

"Just You"

The graceful good stars belong to none, 

The moon is too drunk to ring the morning bell;

The sun, 

floating in the pool of wine 

tasting the sparkling golden liquid 

distilling the high spirited aura.

The frozen rocks floating like diamonds, 

Old scotch whisky blending the ageing night in a pellucid glass    The tasteless crystals channeling the eyes with a blur image of sigh. 

The moment of lazy kisses yawns, when 

my heart skips and hops every alternate beat. 

When the lyrics of your heart hold my breath,   

The royal love is then crowned with fire.

Is that your words, smelling like roasted beans of caffeine, hmm?

The humming breath fly high with every whisper

you decorate in my ears.

Brewing the scent of my blood, my senses tucked me in the echo of your words 

like meditating, with every sip of tequila. 

The loops of naughty thoughts injecting cocaine into my sensory neuron 

My vision reflects your image, and I,

I breathe you, umm... Just you...

© Neha R Krishna

I Breathe, I Bleed...

The tale of woe continued, the colour of my blood is pain 

Unshared, dejected.

A piece of sorrow hemmed in, in my throat, choking my smile

Regardless, I bear

Even the tears are afraid to retire

Will be left with nothing, then, 

Stealing some saline crystals 

To erase the black smile, hidden beneath my skin, 

The spelling of 'smile', I don't remember

I don't smile anymore...

© Neha R Krishna

Ah! I want to kiss your grey smile 

Your eyes flare my sight 

Painting my soul with your words

Umm! You make me hungry in each of our conversations...

© Neha R Krishna