Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
This is the second (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
Ebony whisper sets my life sets ablaze My love now lies bleeding, God knows whose to blame. Through night comes the demons as darkness descends This secret in suffering such pain never ends. My delicate…
This is the first (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
It’s about victims of sexual assaults and violence, the stigma around these victims in India and the poetry is motivation and triumph because they are survivors, not victims.
And I’ll ask the devil if you can come visit on the weekends Or I’ll just press my face against The glass and Watch you dance
This poem is basically a wake-up call to all of us, a reminder that in our day to day life, we are forgetting to take of ourselves. Do love yourself as well..!!!
Very rare are the people who can fall asleep at night without a ‘Whatif’. Shel Silverstein in this adorable and cute poem describes 20 “whatif’s” that do not let this young boy sleep.
I want four showers a day a permanent slick on my skin. I want to peel. Lemon peel all over the table. God this is shit.
This poem is basically dedicated to all the women and girls out there who are a Warrior. The sacrifices they do and the pains they go through for pothers being a mother, a sister, a wife, a friend, and so many other roles. I want to say thanks to all of them and tell them you all are the strongest.
It’s an experimental genre I created, called #mathematicalpoetry (word split, tells a story within brackets)
It’s a combination of an experimental genre I created, called #mathematicalpoetry (word split, tells a story within brackets) and haiku
She treated him like he was a thorn in her side He didn’t stalk her, but would leave her wide eyed Rose to the occasion, didn’t cut short the life of a rose Displayed his…
With her marriage on the rocks, mind engulfed by sobering thoughts, she sips on a glass of Chivas Inhales the sacred smoke, exhales a sigh, heart broke, but thankful for the gift, deemed to be…
