- The first meet over years after they born.
- I seek you my husband!
- Summer time memory
- This is me
- My ribbon 🎀
- My garden of memories
- The weight of forgiveness
- Our genes
- My hardwork
- Take pause.. and look at back
- I keep myself loving him
- A pen is a weapon
- Human life
- Purana dilly – delhi old city
- Leadership qualities
- Love gives life to live
- India and USA
- Mystic eye!
- Me and in me!
- Corporate lawyer
- Romance
- We want in india
- His milky white!
- “Nilavarakundu”
- Stand Still!
- My mother!
- Chasing my silent strength
- Buildings with paint peel off…….
- My result in LAWCET
- Entrepreneur
- What we think !
- Advent
- The Birthday Boy
- Distance between three hearts
- Never forget roots
- I miss him
- My fashion designs
- Coursiv
- My husband my heart ❤️
- How it is ?
- My Dad!
- Country Girl
- Our tree of love
- Jai bolo Telangana!
- Remember
- Incurable diseases
- He and she
- Love is………
- Business
- Silent pain
- Love constantly inspires me
- My lines
- Make or break
- My life wasnt fairy tale but i was.
- Embrace
- Death to a cancer patient
- What makes you great
- How many days this harrasment
- Human life is great when you compare with animals
- Life in 20 more years.
- Psychology or science
- Lotus
- India and rising youth
- Made for each other
- My thoughts on nation building
- I will fight for my life
- God will not crush our dreams though they were to be
- Our celibate living
- My dream
- Today i am with myself
- My beautiful mothers
- If you learn at right time….
- My mom!
- We just say thank you …. Or sorry?
- Perfect
- She bits him…..
- My poetry by him
Poetry for him is like
Holding his mom when he was 6 months baby smiling at her when mom says l love you kanna 💖.
Poetry doesn’t let him go low but makes him feel like his dad holding his hand and taking him to walk in garden when he was 5 yrs old
Poetry to him is like playing with her sister when he was 7 yrs old playing hide and seek in 🏡 home going upstairs and downstairs.
Poetry for him is like early morning 🌄 making him to wakeup after long sleep in the night.
To him his world 🌎 is his home 🏡 with family.
He is conscious writer. His jumbling of words rhyming them crashing them and then the aroma you get out of it is his beautiful poem that relieves the Sanjeevani of doctor to cure the pain.
He is smooth and kind but his nature is being exploited by. Still he writes to come out of the pain only to make sure his family is safe.
I adore him and His poetry not because he is just writer but sometimes I feel his heart ❤️ is great that bestow a sound sleep after reading.
Jessy Jacob ❤️
I love you kanna.







