A Forehead Blow

Poetry is the language of the muse...once described as listening to the footsteps of invisible things...it allows us to empathize with complex emotions and thoughts in a compact and musical use of language. Offered in the spirit of empathy and sharing, it is meant to evoke like experiences and the poignant beauty of parallel journeys.

The little wave asked a ?

the little wave asked a question as it bounced and swirled leapt and curled and then burst in glee What am I but a sun kissed crest of life from 'neath the sea deep down I've struggled in gurgle wildernesses where monsters moan in eerie eternity flaps of tail and fins aflail have lashed my face and fleed my head was caught my neck was wrung as I floundered 'midst some weed till a warm ballast of some force lifted me, and I was freed freed to surge my way atop and sing my liberty

A favorite piece of poetry that I have composed, close to my heart, that was published in Carbon World, the North Dakota State University Literary Journal in 2002. It was composed in an earlier time in my life as I experienced pain and misunderstanding.

This poem and many more can be found in my publication: A Forehead Blow: an anthology of verse available on Amazon: A Forehead Blow: an anthology of verse: Mahalingam, Ganapathy: 9780692777787: Amazon.com: Books