Poetry comes as naturally as breathing to Zenwark, as he takes our breath away each fortnight with his amazing yet unintimidating poetic vision.

Fantasizing Faith (6th September 2002)
I was suddenly dumbfounded, because it had come up in the middle of a talk, while strolling. I had wanted to stop and stare. (I guess eyes are deeper than oceans when they want to convey something)...

First Monsoon (23rd August 2002)
Sometimes, nostalgic with the smell of rain/I look back twenty years in time, and find.../A little child stares at the thickly clouded sky/From his terrace in the cool morning breeze...

After A Communal Riot (9th August 2002)
There are no more screams heard/From inside houses, and tears/Are not yet spent as much as/Puddles of blood streets bear...

Hidden Tears (26th July 2002)
In her distant eyes is unfinished setting/That wistful evening lingering by/With silent clouds on a blazing sky/Then the imminent rush of rain wetting...

Frozen In Time (14th June 2002)
At last you did let me sleep/The final, hopeless sleep/Breaths stifled, twisted for long/And I lie dead on the promise I couldn't keep...

The Faithful Lover Who Lied (31st May 2002)
Somewhere far in a deserted land/And speechless now in his grave/Rests a soldier long before died/...the faithful lover who lied...

Momentless, Yet Moments (17th May 2002)
Remember a pebble you threw once in a still, peaceful pond/While you sat by its side, watching, solitude was company,/The ripples appeared, smiled at you/You too smiled, not knowing why,...

Beneath Some Nameless Sky (3rd May 2002)
Sometimes I wonder how time creates,/Like by sunrays' touch a flower's bloom,/By wind and clouds that rains resume,/These breathing life forms plenty...