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A Founder Editor of Muse India, a literary e-journal, who also had served as its Chief Editor, Ambika Ananth is a bi-lingual writer, poet, journalist, reviewer and a translator, who has twelve published works, both in English and Telugu in various genres like poetry, prose, short stories, creative writings. She is currently the Editor-Poetry of Muse India-
Her first poem in English appeared in an English Daily when she was 14 years old. Since then her creative writing continued and she does all that which can hone and better her writing skills.
Her English poetry has appeared in many National and International Anthologies and in ‘Indian Literature’ of Sahitya Akademi. Her Telugu short-story collection “Manchu Muthyalu” is taken up for study for MPhil Program by Kakatiya University. Her translation work has appeared in “Dravidian Poem” published by Dravidian University. She regularly contributes her articles to the English Daily “Deccan Herald’ and reviews books for ‘Indian Literature’ and ‘Muse India’.
She had translated nearly twenty titles of Children Literature for Pratham books and is now working for a translation project envisioned by ISCKON to impart value-based stories to children.
She is a Life-member of Poetry Society of India, Dhvanyaloka of Mysore, and Lekhini of Hyderabad. She is a recipient of Awards like Sahiti Yuva Ratna, Seshendra Award, Editor’s Choice Award, Michael Madhusudhan Dutt Award. She lives in Bangalore, India and can be reached at


Spring Up!


Solemnly to rape victims

This soiled act by a savage cannot begrime

the soil of your soul!

The impenetrable fortress of your self-esteem

cannot be plundered by this lewd act of a

wanton libertine.

Your beautiful looks, your delicate insides

are God’s purposeful designs;

you hold the gentle saplings of tender life

nurturing within.

If sexual morbidity and human cruelty

disrupt the congenial environment

with your natural self-reviving capacity,

SPRING UP with renewed soul energy!

Don’t go into psychological hibernation;

thieving is a crime and sin, not losing.

You are a victim of a rapist’s tilted balance.

Your mind and spirit are in perfect equilibrium,

There is no shame or stigma;

push this bitter experience into a coldest grave

and forge ahead with a lustrous orb…



The Link


The tender blushing bud

with the fertile touch

of the eternal magician

opens her pristine petals

to rediscover every vein

that spreads colour

deep down to her heart.

Speaking to the soil in soft whispers,

she learns to bloom to the full,

feels the warm dawn of youth’s fragrance,

ages enough to feel the impulse

that makes her lean sunward

to show her splendour.

Awakened and aroused,

raring to reveal more and more

of her untouched perfection,

the bud

turns into a flower…



Life’s Reasons


She waited

to break upon the world

her own sweet miracle

to spread love around herself

an olive branch to hang on..!

Both screaming in synchrony

He came out..

So tiny…so quivering, and

so ‘imperfect’..

twisted lifeless arms,

dangling thin strands for legs..

anomaly at the very conception-

the impassive verdict of doctors .

That minute,

she knew what real heart-ache meant

her cold tears fell into his pink baby palms

Is this a punishment, a retribution

and for what…??

she cried hoarse,

feeling a desperate need

to die, when…

his hot, hungry fish-mouth

clamped itself on her breast

A deep connection ran through her

she cuddled him closer

their hearts beating together

She saw him with

the eyes of a mother

“In this world

everyone is flawed

some from inside

some from outside

How are you different…?

We are a team now..

in this game of life”

The unifying principle

of ‘natural love’ binding,

he became the only reason

for her living…



Life’s Lifelessness


The shrieks screams of humanity around

The deathly silence in his mind…

The blinding glaring lights of joy outside

The dense shadow of loneliness inside..

The circular siege of apathy surrounding

There seems no difference

between living or dying for him


Hope stayed alight- in his eyes

With flashes of trust and optimism

The placard saying ‘ homeless’

quivers in his expectant hands…

A ruthless eternity –

Frozen in time,

of standing still at road side

a beatific smile spread on his face

at last,

as the last breath left him

in search of a ‘home’…

a warm womb

of a waiting mother..



(to all the homeless people world over)



Eternal Magic


As a storm burst,

as a river took a reverse course

pain flooded all over her,

a riot of noise filled in her breath

as she heaved, grunted, moaned

seams of moments opened,

new life unraveled

emerging from the warm innards,

inscribed the date on her heart.

A clock started ticking in her mind

feeling the first stirrings

in her breasts

a whisper in her heart

speaking the language

of the eternal magician

conjuring away

the intense pain

to turn it into

the golden secret

lying in a bundle

as pristine

as serene

as a page from

a hymn book


freshly inscribed

words of the Maker..

life, a difficult question

gets an answer

in these joyous moments

as the mother

holds this promise

from realized Heavens

in her eager trembling hands,

feeds from her full throbbing breasts…