Check this out! ❤

This is a first for me.
So, a few days back, my poem on the importance of Identity was selected by Rekha Publication house for their winter collection of poems and stories.
And, they have now published it as a book! 🙂

Do check it out here if you get the time.


Rekha Scribbles Winter Collection 17


My Universe.

I don’t want to be the invisible remnant in the depths of your distorted cavity,
I don’t want to be the froth that skims around and about, only to be wiped off without a trace,
I want to be the sun – lighting up every moment of your bespoke existence,
I want to be a star, inseparable, irreplaceable – the inextinguishable spark of your galaxy,
I want to be, your very universe.

Can you fall in love?

Can you fall in love?
With someone who exists only in your imagination,
With someone who is just a figment of another’s creation,
With someone who breathes, but only between the pages of an immaculately fabricated fiction,
With someone who relates to your every emotion,
With someone you can be yourself with, without inhibition,
With someone who is just as eccentric as you,
With someone who you always look up to,
With someone you can co-exist with, without the fear of possibly being judged,
With someone you can have conversations with, but only inside your head,
With someone you’d never be able to meet, alive or dead.
Can you?

Keep Them Coming…

Your questions,
Keep them coming.
The insanely absurd and the ridiculously stupid ones?
Specially those.
Don’t lay them to rest inside the closet of your brain,
Even if the entire universe asks you to.
Don’t let them get lost amidst the opinions you think they might fetch,
Weird, mad, silly – don’t worry about how you think you might sound asking them,
You really can’t help that.
The curiosity behind your “what”, “why”, “who” “how” “where” and when” –
You can’t curb that either.
Your questions,
Keep them coming.
Keep them coming until they satiate your insanity,
Keep them coming until you find what you set out to seek.

To you, Federer

I want to write about you, but words fail me.
Because there’d be nothing new in anything that I’d inscribe about you that the world already hasn’t.
You know what’s poetry to me?
Watching you play.
The grace, the agility, the power, the strength you bring to the game is ethereal poetry, in motion.
You know the kind of joy that envelops the heart?
The kind that makes one brim with happiness?
I feel that everytime I see you win.

You’ve taught me to believe. To stay undaunted. To keep going.
You’ve proved pitfalls don’t deter a persevering heart.

Roger, you’re a legend. An epiphany.
There’s no one in the entire galaxy that can be you.
You come back stronger everytime the world thinks it’s time you bid farewell.
Immortals like you can never be written off.
Because you write history. The kind that’ll be preserved for inspiration and pride.

Stay unstoppable, Federer.

With all the love in my heart,

Annapurani Vaidyanathan

Seize the moment, my friend!

Hiccuping my way through to the heights I wish to scale, I’m on tenterhooks,
I wonder with every single untrodden step if
I should stop, If I should just let it all be,
I wonder about the million open ended questions I’d have no answer to, if I fail,
Trepidation clouts my brain bringing my faltering steps to a standstill, squirming the guts out of my fragile heart, pushing me back into my shell, undiscovered, unharmed.
But as I walk back, I only see
Epiphanies tranquilizing the pitfalls I’d been through,
The bright blue sky masquerading the clouds that trespassed my way, thrusting upon me the elixir I was seeking,
Propelling me to seize each moment, every last one of them,
Making me brazen enough to take the plunge,
Helping me realise if I don’t, for me, no one else will.

There’s so much more to me…

Quit policing me –
For everything that you want me to be,
And for all that I’m not.
Stop judging me –
By only what you choose to see,
There’s so much more to my profound insanity.
Don’t stereotype me –
You’d never find a replica of my identity,
And I can never fit into your boundaries, real or imaginary.