Totally Owordosed

Friday, 27 May 2022

Fire

When the storm (un)settles.

Night’s long gone,

passions worn, day stirs

live embers.

Tuesday, 24 May 2022

Alert!

Descending
waters, heavens un-
relenting.

[Widespread rain and thunderstorms are likely over Kerala and Lakshadweep on Wednesday, May 25, 2022 - https://weather.com/en-IN/india/news/news/2022-05-24-weather-may-24-rain-thunderstorms-odisha-himachal-kerala]

Friday, 20 May 2022

Bridges

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Sue & Rue

Sue: Man builds bridges for progress.

Rue: Man burns bridges too for progress.

Sue: What about bridges falling all on their own?

Rue: That’s when he makes no progress.

Wednesday, 11 May 2022

Pooram

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Clouds bore down

with the weight of a town’s
prolonged wait.

[As all the Covid restrictions that blocked the celebrations for two years have been lifted, thousands of people flocked to Thekkinkad. Kudamattam, one of the most colorful celebrations of Thrissur Pooram, was held amid pouring rain. (May 10, 2022, https://keralakaumudi.com)]

Sunday, 8 May 2022

Water

Remnants of a storm.

Undried tears,

sunken dreams, hushed fears,

slushed up peace.

About Me

I am Sujatha Warrier. A writer, editor and researcher by profession, and a poet and translator by passion. A Master of Commerce and a post-graduate diploma holder in Journalism. A wordsmith working in the print and online media, and the advertising, branding and communication industry since 1986.

Contributor of articles and poems to magazines, portals, literary journals and anthologies. Author of The Attic & Other Poems, a collaborative work, which is a collection of poems illustrated by my daughter Bharati Varrier. Author of Fireflies, a collection of micropoems. Author of One More Line and Other Poems, a collection of topical poems. Translator of Pranayam - Limited Version / Love - Limited Version, an e-book of poems in Malayalam by Jayasree T. along with their translation, with photographs. Creator of Ullum Puravum, a bilingual (Malayalam and English) blog to share the writings of my father K. K. Variar.

At work, if not writing, I am reading. When not at work, if not reading, I am trying to write. In other words, I spend most of my waking hours gorging on words. So, as the blog title suggests, I am kind of overdosing on words. This blog is just a natural outcome of this overdose - a spill-out. If, as a reader, you happen to chance upon this, you are free to glance at it, go through it, or ignore it. Your comments, if any, are welcome.