nisheedhi
Profile
I work in an Indian bank .My interests are basically in poetry writing and digital photography.My web presence in poetry can be found in my blogsite http://adukurispoetry.blogdrive.com ,not having published any so far in print.
Groups
nisheedhi is a member of Abstracts from Nature, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Amazing Asia, Architectural Photography, Authentic India, B&W - Character - People Shots, Black and White Photography, Candid Photography ( 1/24 ) , Compassion, Courage & Friendship, Dawn and Dusk Light, Dilapidated Buildings, Everyday Life, Human and Nature, Incredible India, Landscape Photography, Rivers and Streams, Selective Coloring and Streetscapes.
Journal Entries
Hailku as a form of nature poetry
Posted about 1 year ago.
Where does the wind blow?
Posted about 1 year ago.
Error
Posted about 1 year ago.
Laburnums in the summer sky
Posted about 1 year ago.
The spider brother
Posted about 1 year ago.
The little bird that wanted to change the world
Posted about 1 year ago.
Vishnu’s mountains
Posted about 1 year ago, 1 comment so far.
Possession
Posted about 1 year ago.
Art
Writing
The train journey
Together we need a respite from howling In the inner depths of the train’s night, Clackety clackety , inside full with feeling I stir along with the train and thought She the train bette…
Is human expression becoming more and more metaphorical ?
Something I have been noticing in the way human expression has shaped up in the recent times.Aren’t we slowly going into a language which is more metaphorical than it has ever been ? Language has he…
The last house in the world
From the Book of Hours The last house of this village stands / as alone as if it were the last house in the world. The road, that the little village cannot hold, / moves on slowly ou…
My childhood
The midsummer tin-roofed alphabet-school / Burst with thirsty crows and earthen pots / Long-gowned smoky-eyed phantom-teachers / Guided tiny fingers along chalked letters / The water glistened telltal…
The paper
That was a mere red-banded paper / Itching to reclaim original state / Of un-sweet bagasse and bamboo / With absolutely no musical possibility / As lonely as our drooping eyelids / Behind the vacuous …
Haiku again
Midnight wind shakes tree / Leaves yellow and ripe for falling / Come riding down layers . We are not of dreams / But fleeting fragments of light / That roam inky nights .
