Fresh assessment

Fresh assessment, written by Rajababu on 28th Mar 03   While I was devouring your torrid looks, You were blissfully unaware of my ugliness, How well I knew that you ignored me so!!! Yet, I kept savouring the thoughts of Tender, future, togetherness, alas, never to be!!!   The insomnia of love, keeps me sleepless,

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Wandering soul

Wandering soul-a poem by Rajababu   I wonder where this love came from, I never fed it the logwoods of imagination; For a fire to burn so brightly, The sparks must’ve been smouldering, In the dark, unattended recesses of my heart,   Buried under the pile of the Leaves of academia, and The tokenistic ritualism

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Tramplings under the feet

The place is amok with passers by. It is a dynamic picture of mobility of lives; People cross over with careless urgency They hardly have the time or the will To look at the pavements; who’d do it? But if they were to look, they might notice Dried up crests of blood, kissing the sides

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A painless life

A PAINLESS LIFE-a poem by Rajababu   I saw the old lady waiting for her turn, While I was waiting for mine; The Doctor saw her too, she cam shuffling on one leg, The other one was bandaged, and shrouded in pain. Or so I thought, or was I mistaken?   She cam with a

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Deepening mist

Deepening mist-A poem by Rajababu           I take a walk on the lonely road,      All around me, the mist is swirling itself sadly.      Unlike me, it seems to know what it wants,      If I knew the ugliness of the mist,      I might have never stepped out on the road,     

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Someone’s flying out

SOMEONE’S FLYING OUT-A poem by Rajababu Someone’s flying out tonight, To a land of greater dreams, Where excellence is better rewarded, And intelligence is respected.   Out here, a few melancholy souls, Aspire to do the same, Only, they may never come around, To make it happen.   By design, or by default, Some do

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Frozen flame

Frozen flame: The candle burnt itself out steadily, She was destined for this frozen vacuity, Tirelessly, she kept sacrificing herself, The frozen flame burnt for the benefit of the family, Non one noticed how she burnt at both ends, Appearing at the crack of dawn every morn, Everyone sought comfort in the heat, Yet no

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Inside the Rubicon

INSIDE THE RUBICON-A poem by Rajababu   The didactic Orissa refugee-distended, In the tatters of his rural confines; Lusts at my safe ensconsement. A fact made possible by my worthy ancestors; Working over their trade on dusty Bombay afternoons, Beating away the somnolescent vestiges of ravaging time. Suckling away on the paradox,   Ashamed of

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Cyber-friends

    CYBER-FRIENDS-A poem by Rajababu Reaching away from the caring hands of those around me, I get lost in the virtual realityof the Web. It gives me a sense of esoteric security, unrivalled, By any flesh and blood companionshipof life.   I can chat for hours to someone miles away, Who is known  to

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Watery groves

    WATERY GROVES-by Rajababu   Evian comes to life, The shelves are full of drops, People queue up, the elitisms aplenty, Thirst… or fashion.   In the dusty ravines up North, A woman hurls down a roped bucket, It hits rock bottom of the parched well; And pulled back with indifferent effort.   Scavenged,

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Brothers in grief

BROTHERS IN GRIEF   A cyclone ravages a city, terror grips the air, Strong passionate gusts of wind swirl the countryside, Unwiling people die stark, hungry deaths; Is it a spectacle for the elite to watch? Is it considered an in-thing to discuss it In the dangerous confines of cosy, urban flats? People mix semantics

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Confession Box

CONFESSION BOX   The sadists are at work, cutting up the crosses, The flesh and blood follow suit, what is happening? Bits and pieces of His suffering are ingrained In every convent going seed of the Indian psyche, Can these pieces now be offered back, Can the Hindu psyche replace the Convent upbringing? Is it

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5.16 Fast

5.16 FAST   The lift is crammed with sweaty people, People from all the offices, Some with perfume, some without, They nervously look at the lift number, Hoping and praying that the liftman wont stop for the other floors. They curse when the lift jams on the 10th floor, Overload. Another 2 minutes later, they

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Self indulgence

SELF INDULGENCE The coldness of the silent night awakens me from slumber, Adding insult to injury are the nocturnal insects of pain. I get up and huddle inside my blanket, groping around, My hands find the night lamp switch, I put it on. The fan starts whirring slowly to ward off the incumbent mosquitoes. I

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A poem by Rajababu

CYBER-FRIENDS-by Rajababu Reaching away from the caring hands of those around me, I get lost in the virtual realityof the Web. It gives me a sense of esoteric security, unrivalled, By any flesh and blood companionshipof life. I can chat for hours to someone miles away, Who is known to me only as happy@cyber.org, Does

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A poem on My Father-By Rajababu

Happy Father’s day-A collection of thoughts by Rajababu (Narayan Iyer) Wow! A single day for fathers!! What a tribute! This much we have to do for those unseen, unheard, in a mode so mute! The spotlight is almost always on mothers, and whole rightly so, Its time for fathers to be also highlighted on the

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