<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Kilikoodu]]></title><description><![CDATA[This is a personal blog I made as a fun project to work on. It contains some of my texts as well as media from my musical performances.]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Oct 2026 08:34:48 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[To resign or not to resign ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Is this even a question When lakhs flood with one ask When millions stand erased from rolls When you betray the spirit of your rulebook When your own peers flag your work When the flag stands tall as you cower When the machines drown under shouts of your fall When the blood of youth dots the streets When you close your ears to the screams outside your office When the people's servant, and his servant friends, and his friends' friends When the filth of humankind defecate on the office...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/to-resign-or-not-to-resign</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6acefc76637e824124df2c0b</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 14 Oct 2026 04:11:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Edges]]></title><description><![CDATA[At the edge of everything My heart said to me Leap Lustful ambition aspired In my mind freely Terrifyingly Ghastly clouds descended Near my footwear I limped away Backtracking my steps Silence welcomed Night enveloped The lingering thoughts Of that quiet afternoon Where my heart was left with half-memories Where my hands could grasp no paper proofs Where my pockets held no keys nor wallet Solitude was gifted to me Wrapped in material poverty Signed by eternal longing Yearning of the...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/edges</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a3198aca4083626a21be005</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 12 Oct 2026 07:47:01 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My love]]></title><description><![CDATA[I followed a scent into the darkness Its grab on me sounded like fresh rain on patient soil Flesh and bone stuck out from the violent forest floor I dragged through the path the stray fingers of a passed soul Clean and precious eyes fought the jelly skin Morning dew and fresh human blood Gory art followed my scattered presence Two paths I wished to take, twelve paths my feet graced Hungry mouths yearned to feed on my pious lifestyle Trendy footwear drowned tearfully into quicksand I caught...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/my-love</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ac3367524451eff46cd46a0</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 05 Oct 2026 05:43:42 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hope Surge]]></title><description><![CDATA[A limping body’s nails dug into the falling crests of light and tides Its threads, woven, coloured, shed shadows on the tug of war The fact of distance was hid, by layer upon layer Of sweetness among oceans, far from present Dry fading cells fell on many shores, swelling with dream Dwelling in minds, power held in each coast A pleasant hunger satisfied by a morning slurp Its shouts climbed the well walls, holding on every cry and piece The figure rushes, laying claim on waves, pieces, eyes,...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/hope-surge</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6ab16fe1a9cd81127b602790</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 25 Sep 2026 10:30:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[LowCul: My Itch.io Profile!]]></title><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/lowcul-my-itch-io-profile</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a6c7b1f2aa0dd3fa1617641</guid><pubDate>Fri, 31 Jul 2026 10:46:58 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[N+7]]></title><description><![CDATA[The red apple fell right beside my hand. I picked it up, only to realise that fruit was rotten. The smell of decay seeped into the picnic. I ran away, maybe the dog is still sleeping. The referee approval fell ripple beside my handshake. I picked it up, only to realise that fugitive was rotten. The snap of decomposition seeped into the pigment. I ran away, maybe the donkey is still sloop. The refuge architecture fell river beside my happiness. I picked it up, only to realise that fur was...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/n-7</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a66471a10a4941c072afce3</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 26 Jul 2026 17:45:54 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[My First Publication (Poetry): Kilikoodu]]></title><description><![CDATA[Hard copy: https://store.bookleafpub.com/products/9789375436263 Ebook: https://ebooks.bookleafpub.com/product-page/kilikoodu]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/my-first-publication-poetry-kilikoodu</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fccbe64f7ebdc9f6a6eb17</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Thu, 07 May 2026 17:32:48 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Short Interview of Anjum Hasan (Novelist, Short Story Writer, Poet, and Editor)]]></title><description><![CDATA[Anjum Hasan is an Indian novelist, short story writer, poet, and books editor. She was born in Shillong, Meghalaya, and currently lives in Bangalore, Karnataka, India. Her works include poetry collection Street on the Hill which won her Sahitya Akademi Award in 2006 (Source: https://www.lit-across-frontiers.org/profiles/anjum-hasan). How do you personally define poetry, has this form's understanding changed over time for you? That idea of a man speaking to men (and women) is probably seen as...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/a-short-interview-of-anjum-hasan-novelist-short-story-writer-poet-and-editor</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a9000c1fb1895eb2725645</guid><pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2026 04:11:35 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Sangeethada Santhe ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Community Arts Facilitation - Final Video log Monday, 25 November 2024, 12:00 AM]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/sangeethada-santhe</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6921f555b238b52973fa2698</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 17:58:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[So What]]></title><description><![CDATA[Friday, 9 August 2024, 10:24 PM What follows is my response to a prompt on my experiences in Arts Education field practice.  I am a person who has always wanted to be a learner first all my life. It’s necessary for my life now as I am a student but with respect to my personal interests, it has always been the case. These personal areas of interests of mine are English (language and literature), Education, Computer Programming and Music. English is a subject that I’ve been learning...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/so-what</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6921ecce9fd6d3ea5267dd1a</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Nov 2025 17:09:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Visualising the Geographic Distribution of Literary Awards]]></title><description><![CDATA[A GIS project by Anugrah as part of his undergraduate degree.]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/visualising-the-geographic-distribution-of-literary-awards</link><guid isPermaLink="false">690b8ddc8de3a65c6f2e9de3</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2025 17:49:49 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Myths of Meaning: A Structuralist Reading of Fight Club and WALL-E  ]]></title><description><![CDATA[“Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What do people gain from all their labors at which they toil under the sun?” (Ecclesiastes 1:2-3, KJV) The above declaration that opens the book of Ecclesiastes captures the human anxiety that all the pursuits of man, such as wealth, comfort, goods, are fundamentally meaningless. This primal and persistent fear of the emptiness of human efforts has existed before this theological text and continues in succeeding...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/myths-of-meaning-a-structuralist-reading-of-fight-club-and-wall-e</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6907453fbb9a5281a8ad232e</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 02 Nov 2025 12:00:50 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[No Cap: Tracing the Origins of a Modern Lie]]></title><description><![CDATA[The etymology of the word ‘cap’ and its counterpart ‘no cap’ illustrates a significant evolution in modern slang, particularly in music and youth culture. The English lexicon is a constantly changing one and it is driven largely by social media and popular culture in the modern day. What was once confined to the people of an American city have today become ubiquitous, especially among younger generations. While these terms might seem recent to the average gen-z social media user, a deeper...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/no-cap-tracing-the-origins-of-a-modern-lie</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68f4e91981fa676406615ed8</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 19 Oct 2025 13:42:02 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Left Wanting]]></title><description><![CDATA[What life awaits the poet dreamer, if change grew within, not lacking? How would I have turned out, if elders stuck not to times older? How would I have turned out, if these very hands belonged to a greater flesh? He observes a vacuum within, if the rote of pleasantly-packed pressures appealed? Where would I be, if abodes followed the benign presence of this traveller? Where would I be, if use gave place and remuneration from the ravaged? Sunsets seems so distant, how much longer? the greed...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/just-a-little-more</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68c96fdad69d5f552400e1f9</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 17 Sep 2025 03:49:03 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Yellow Tree of Unending Happiness]]></title><description><![CDATA[Written by Anugrah and Deekshitha The yellow tree in front of darshini was my only source of happiness. It sang with the noise of crowds and the fluttering of young hearts. It spoke in tongues of many, with words all too familiar. To ears which feared the never ending gears of life, a life of unending happiness. Autumn, leaves, martyred, lost shade, busy roads; Cemented paths break away at thoughts of a blooming rose. Shattered souls coming alive at the sight of sturdy branches, Which lead...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/the-yellow-tree-of-unending-happiness</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68bdc0207b2acb32edd556da</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 07 Sep 2025 17:29:52 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Feels on a dying leaf]]></title><description><![CDATA[feels to me: the bricks tied around spread to break - air feels to me noise spike the innermost drums and b r e a k the strongest snare feels to me: the particles.. share a room... in me, from   space   to cells feels to me, me, a simple mind calling to writing~ it is the morning fear of a #lost_life and the/ pleading clear of a true* wish my/ leaf has a headache my/ tree, a bleeding streak___ my/ delicate stem - builds on ^ absent amenities my leaf is dying 	and my mind is haunted 		by...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/feels-on-a-dying-leaf</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68b5b4011465e3d2cdd236b4</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2025 11:42:35 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Me, I give unto you]]></title><description><![CDATA[Months pass as your thoughts drown me low Unclear sights tarnish this fiery flow To be as I, entrapped. Cleaved dreams collapsed. Give me a hand, oh whisper to me a song Your words drip down a fountain desolate Scorching weather eclipsed this downtrodden lake Bar me not anymore, to touch this finish line so no more, no more can i wait Take me, to be with you A chance for me to prove care not anymore, as flares surrounding us glow You dance in my mind to the tunes of heavenly song The leaves...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/me-i-give-unto-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68b5b950f36204f9a77f2822</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2025 11:41:10 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Blood Petal Floating]]></title><description><![CDATA[The grass rotting by, smell his surprise When rain draining shows, his end coming surely As trees grow behind, its leaves bid goodbye Nowhere for his soul, gliding past, his rooted demise Speak now! The sun says too late! No one here complains! Where the ground has surrounded, as he sinks underground Blood petals floating, his chance remains no more Only fiery death calling him home to his own How quick the days from sowing, how good the ground below Before came the flood of raining fire...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/blood-petal-floating</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68b6730ffcffb11462e3b83e</guid><category><![CDATA[Poetry]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2025 11:40:37 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Nature, Identity, and Emotion: Comparing two Peasant Poets ]]></title><description><![CDATA[John Clare and Robert Burns occupy a distinctive position in the Romantic tradition, deeply rooted in the rural and lived experiences of ordinary men and women. Both Clare and Burns have been celebrated for their evocative manner of portraying nature and rural life as well as the emotional depth of their texts. Their works resonate with thematic similarities such as love, loss, and changing times explored through the lens of common people and a society closer to nature. The following analysis...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/nature-identity-and-emotion-comparing-two-peasant-poets</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68b6b205a18887303bec859e</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2025 09:04:28 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Conceptual Understanding of Imagination in Biographia Literaria (Ch. 13) ]]></title><description><![CDATA[Samuel Taylor Coleridge’s Biographia Literaria stands as a monumental text in literary criticism, offering his insights into the ideas around nature and perception. The thirteenth chapter of this book, ‘On the imagination, or the esemplastic power’, provides his exploration of the concept of imagination, which he heavily contrasts with the concept of fancy. In this essay, we will examine Coleridge’s understanding of imagination, its roots in philosophy, its two forms, and how it differs from...]]></description><link>https://anugrahlit.wixsite.com/kilikoodu/post/a-conceptual-understanding-of-imagination-in-biographia-literaria-ch-13</link><guid isPermaLink="false">68b51e9777136647fe8c53ed</guid><category><![CDATA[Essays]]></category><pubDate>Tue, 02 Sep 2025 04:38:15 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Anugrah</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>