tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28134001755814445882012-02-01T20:16:19.624+08:00Seasonal ScenesNewborn SmilesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.comBlogger2021100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-35099826998335746682012-01-30T20:29:00.000+08:002012-01-30T20:29:12.165+08:00Haiku - 53autumn evening –
each tombstone’s shadow
joins the next grave
autumn dawn --
she sees a white hair
in my mustache
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-27058484081295505612012-01-28T15:08:00.002+08:002012-01-28T15:08:25.387+08:00Haiku - 52long day
the mosque filling
into fullnessRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-2462860627105224372012-01-21T15:58:00.000+08:002012-01-21T15:58:47.731+08:00A Heart Chrips...A Self-Portrait Poem
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-53727857637006229052012-01-17T19:57:00.002+08:002012-01-17T20:01:00.128+08:00Haiku - 51piercing the
breeze, my chute lifts –summer beach
கிழித்துக்கொண்டுதென்றலை. என் வான்குடை மிதவை உயர்த்திற்றுகோடைக்காலத்தின் கடற்கரையை
on the rock . . .the descent of water endswinter's loneliness
பாறையின் மேல்தண்ணீரின் சரிவில் முடிவடைந்ததுபனிக்காலத்தின் தனிமை
crimson sky . . .the sunflower field turnswith the sun
திண் சிவப்பு வானம்சூரியகாந்தி வயல் திரும்பியதுசூரியனுடன்
summer's end . . .the Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-21027315469326014172012-01-06T19:21:00.001+08:002012-01-21T20:21:08.237+08:00Haiku - 50New Year dawn--
memories of mother
praying loud
新年の夜明け ―
母の思い出
大きな声で祈っている
tv by Hidenori Hiruta
New Year's Eve
rangoli patterns
in the street
大晦日
ランゴリの模様
通りに
tv by Hidenori Hiruta
New Year's Eve
dotting sandalwood paste
into my new dress
大晦日
ペースト状の白檀を点々とつける
新しいドレスに
tv by Hidenori HirutaRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-46808466280940299932011-12-31T22:20:00.002+08:002012-01-14T19:31:20.894+08:00Haiku - 49candle light –
my grandma
lets out her lore
ろうそくの光―
おばあちゃんが
言い伝えを披露する
tv by Hidenori Hiruta
first meeting...
a candle light bonds
our shadows
最初の集まり ―
ろうそくの光がつなぐ
私たちの影を
tv by Hidenori Hiruta
winter bolt...
the candle array
collapses in a flash
冬の稲妻．．．
並んでいたろうそく
一瞬のうちにくずれる
tv by Hidenori HirutaRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-428201108765082992011-12-31T22:19:00.001+08:002012-01-02T15:37:37.696+08:00Haiku - 48this year...
an old calendar takes in
my emptiness
first dream -
the burden of last year on
an old calendar
mid-winter thunder
an old calendar falls off
into first skyRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-84653041148977172302011-12-31T21:29:00.001+08:002011-12-31T21:52:54.849+08:00Haiku - Three Questions
Ramesh Anand - Three Questions Ramesh Anand is a Senior R&D Engineer and a haiku poet based in Johor, Malaysia. His life experiences, as Haiku moments, have been published and forthcoming in World’s premier print journals and e-journals. He lives happily with his better half, Divya, and their best little half, Tanmayi. His complete publications can be accessed through his blog: http://Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-27707556353941497722011-12-30T21:35:00.000+08:002011-12-30T21:35:01.817+08:00Haiku - 47the year's end -
mother counts the coins
in the alms potRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-31229387109547119552011-12-09T19:30:00.000+08:002011-12-09T19:30:43.499+08:00Haiku - 46garden sprinkler –
my infant
steps with the flow
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-33542363690196453262011-12-07T21:52:00.000+08:002011-12-07T21:52:49.484+08:00Haiku - 45வேனிற் காலம் விடியலொளி
சோழிகளின் பாதை
கடலின் சேய்மைகடந்து
summer dawn –
the path of cowries
beyond the sea
letnja zora –
staza od pljosnatih školjki
van domašaja mora
tr. SVRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-39398440832528288592011-12-07T21:39:00.000+08:002011-12-07T21:39:00.736+08:00Haiku - 44prayer threads—
a gravedigger digs
a little deeper
bright moon
a faded headstone
in the cemetery
she visits
the park to buy
…her boneyard Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-67244721619468662982011-12-07T21:36:00.000+08:002011-12-07T21:36:01.792+08:00Haiku - 43mother fingers
the veins of
the autumn leaves
cold night…
autumn leaves spark
campfire dance
twilight drizzle…
the ants array into
the autumn leavesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-34297166027051026762011-12-02T21:28:00.000+08:002011-12-02T21:28:05.823+08:00Haiku - 42Hot spring bath--
the nibbling fish
tingle my skinRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-73931344884491692742011-12-01T20:33:00.001+08:002011-12-03T14:39:46.297+08:00Starry Night Walk with Contemporary Haijin Dr.P.K.PadhyIn the late autumn, on a starry night, I requested World Haijin, Dr. P.K. Padhy from India to reveal his successful Japanese short form Verses journey and he immediately accepted my invite and shared his rich living experiences.
Pravat Kumar Padhy, hails from Berhampur, Orissa, professionally a Petroleum Geologist, ONGC, India. Holds Masters in Science and Ph.D in Applied Geology from Indian Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-12055246905426270942011-12-01T20:10:00.000+08:002011-12-01T20:10:08.647+08:00Haiku - 41fragrant breeze...
father takes me into
his childhood mind
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-88785171343002285332011-11-23T20:42:00.002+08:002011-11-23T21:01:40.932+08:00First Meal With World Haijin K RameshDuring my stay at Chennai, I requested K Ramesh, an eminent World Haijin from India, to offer me an opportunity to listen to his haiku journey and also to his suggestions for the newborn crying out loud to capture those day-after-day haiku moments into its true form. He readily accepted to my request and then we met for the first meal at a restaurant in Adyar to discuss Haiku.
RA: Please tell meRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-85209056565658595622011-11-23T20:29:00.000+08:002011-11-23T20:29:39.928+08:00Haiku - 40winter haze
hot eucalyptus, mother
rubs into my chest
garden fountain
a house sparrow
dips with a rhythmRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-55926693662553080682011-11-01T19:23:00.001+08:002011-11-01T19:26:00.226+08:00Haiku - 39beginning of spring –
a heifer in the hutlicks her newborn
infant crushesa purpulish neem leaf to dropinside her mouth
infant tastesan ice cream ... in a momentlingering summer
autumn drizzle...my mother slowlywhispers her last wish
winter's end –a laid cow turns tosee herself calvingRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-19009752119730731442011-10-30T18:44:00.003+08:002011-10-30T18:47:15.780+08:00Haiku - 38on a stone bench
mother fingers her wrinkles
... autumn loneliness
spring dream -
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawnRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-12409053282343164092011-10-22T14:08:00.003+08:002011-10-22T14:30:53.219+08:00Haiga - 3The Diwali Gift, one of my haiku oil painted as a whitewood framed picture, from my Customer friend, Mr Ken Hotelling from HP, USA.Thanks Ken! I will treasure this painting gift, my life long.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-79230037876184869822011-10-19T20:19:00.001+08:002011-10-19T20:28:26.971+08:00Haiga - 2Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29464318976801092011-10-18T20:08:00.000+08:002011-10-18T20:08:31.322+08:00Haiga - 1Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-70424324161185676452011-10-09T13:04:00.000+08:002011-10-09T13:04:41.900+08:00Haiku - 37autumn's end—
in her wedding saree
mother sitting dead
spring bouquet—
the colours of kites
toward the blue
deep meditation...
the darkness pulls out
my passion
winter sky
the rocket rising
into flower-fire
festival of lights—
children grab each others'
descending parachutes
jetty shoring...
my mind recalls into
realism
summer ends
the water freezing
into a glacier
art class
children Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-25309756001418432262011-10-09T12:58:00.000+08:002011-10-09T12:58:27.795+08:00Haiku - 36evening yoga –
the pose of a butterfly
in the garden
on the bent grass
praying mantises clasp—
autumn love
in the jungle path
the soft chirps of cricket—
late summer romanceRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-11302315267892745742011-10-09T12:53:00.000+08:002011-10-09T12:53:52.260+08:00haiku - 35infant eyes…
the twinkling light in
the starry night
on the ferry deck
the whispers settle—
starry night
starry night—
the piercing calls of an owl
stirs the jungle walkRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-57176710799048848962011-10-07T20:09:00.000+08:002011-10-07T20:09:16.197+08:00Haiku - 34harvest moon
taproot of a carrot
shows up red
autumn dawn
monther serves white rice
on an almond leafRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-51725532428369130682011-10-03T21:00:00.000+08:002011-10-03T21:00:19.357+08:00Haiku - 33wedlock nighther lip feels mine to tastethe grape elementsfirst rainthe pool fishwipes my toesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-17231152743089156952011-09-24T22:40:00.000+08:002011-09-24T22:40:17.210+08:005-7-5 Haiku
summer appearing –the fragrance of durianin the dawning air
on a seaside benchmy father joins his neighbour –autumn moon shows upRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-43755617206307124102011-09-17T19:34:00.000+08:002011-09-17T19:34:30.516+08:00Seasonal Romances ( Haiku Sequence )walking barefoot
on the river pebbles –
morning chill
pondering wedlock
first drizzle
in the hill lake
gathering shells –
the twilight tide
splashed her face
spring’s end
she whispers
i have mastered
melting snow –
memories of kissing
in the fragrant breeze
winter mist
my grandma shows
her first calf loveRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-51417779374233796622011-09-02T15:59:00.000+08:002011-09-02T15:59:12.689+08:00Haiku - 32spring rainthe scent of green inthe dawn breezeuphill walking...she takes me intowinter cloudsRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-21012197394403151162011-09-01T20:44:00.000+08:002011-09-01T20:44:11.535+08:00Haiku - 31under a leafwandering caterpillarsummer's endevening showerswimming pool fillinginto laughtersummer sunset –changing colour ofrising wavesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-52277900566423284262011-09-01T20:39:00.001+08:002011-09-01T20:41:54.788+08:00Haiku - 30summer ends
the wallah takes down
the raincoat arrayRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-51740833321095478912011-08-25T14:41:00.001+08:002011-08-25T14:56:43.102+08:00My Haiku @ Critique CornerDear Ramesh,
It is not always clear to readers that the function of the Critique Corner is not to respond to individual poems (or sets of poems) sent in by contributors, but rather to find poems upon which to base essays intended to interest poets generally.
Clearly, with credits from fine publications like Notes from the Gean, Acorn, The Heron's Nest, etc. you already know what good Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-55000874055315244782011-08-06T21:23:00.000+08:002011-08-06T21:23:08.440+08:00Haiku - 29autumn drizzle
a wallah shakes
the orchid bouquet
winter rain
the urge to feel
the newborn
prayers for rain
a spider keeps
spinning its web
spring fever
she kisses her boy
all over
spring’s end
my infant fingers
the fallen petalRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-32140712395606740642011-08-05T11:01:00.005+08:002011-08-05T11:16:11.073+08:00Haiku - 28night jungle walk
flashlight deepens
the hawk moths love
bubbly weather --
the ice cream takes
moment to melt Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-12881762589960913602011-08-01T20:57:00.000+08:002011-08-01T20:57:23.028+08:00Haiku - 27terrace rice fields –
the farmer walks
into dawn fog
in her
bouquet art
…spring fever
fullmoon market
the flashlights
missing power
twilit drizzle
she keeps
swinging
twilight ends
..the fish leaping on
the smoking ice
red leaf falling...
the cries of mynah
in the twilit air
summer's end --
the water freezing
into glacier
breathing deep...
my heart shifts weight into
passion in the nervesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-72394574928632791622011-07-29T19:38:00.005+08:002011-08-04T12:23:01.767+08:00What Is Haiku?Specially For Beginners!I would like to take this opportunity to explain few basics of haiku because of the growing interest in Haiku poem in Your Space. I have published over 40 haiku across six countries in more than ten haiku specific journals and many are forthcoming in print journals (USA), so I feel that I should reveal a few techniques, specially for the beginners.
Haiku is an image poem Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-77191292454285070542011-07-20T20:14:00.001+08:002011-07-29T19:49:29.488+08:00Haiku - 26summer monsoon floods
the dam water roaring outinto hydro sparkRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-65657592855100650822011-07-18T22:24:00.002+08:002011-07-29T19:50:49.572+08:00Haiku - 25monsoon's end . . . ப௫வக்காற்றின் முனைcloud darken into இருட்டாகும் மேகம்rainfall மழைப் பொழிவு
winter deepens சீர்ப்படும் கார்காலம் ... lungi shivering on நடுங்கும் லுங்கியின் உள்ளேthe beggar's face இயாசகனின் முகம்
summer twilight . . . கோடைகால சாயசந்திthe bee eater stirring கிளறும் தேனித்தின்னி பட்சிtall grassRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29190552902295345432011-07-04T21:28:00.000+08:002011-07-04T21:28:55.161+08:00Haiku - 24night market -
my wife
stretches the bargainRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-55432881550880064062011-07-04T21:27:00.000+08:002011-07-04T21:27:11.086+08:00Haiku - 23monsoon's end
the beach chute steering us
into the rainfallRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-10493616024685211472011-06-06T21:42:00.002+08:002011-06-06T21:42:37.880+08:00Haiku - 22spring moon
the scent of jasmine
spreading in the nightRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-31754219538805750852011-06-01T21:39:00.000+08:002011-06-01T21:39:24.435+08:00Haiku - 21yoga show
the elephant bowing
into crow poseRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-40585227771660014112011-05-30T19:08:00.000+08:002011-05-30T19:08:21.966+08:00Haiku - 20storm ends
...the rainfall supercooling
into glaze iceRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-26437182503068915332011-05-17T11:47:00.002+08:002011-05-22T01:03:16.730+08:00Haiku - 19spring spreads
...cherry blossom petals in
the school
winter ends...
the plant filling into
yellow jasmines
dawn unwraps
...the egg into
turtle
new year eve -
the aged pianist strikes
musical chairs
scooter unwinds...
my chute dipping
off the coast
blue sky...
warplane traces
art
rolling waves flip
...the jellyfish pulsing
direction
sunrise warms
...the waves rolling towards
her cobra poseRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-78325709915102588182011-05-02T14:04:00.000+08:002011-05-02T14:04:36.058+08:00Haiku - 18japanese show -
disasters bursting into
calmnessRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-20895625397256060592011-05-01T20:35:00.000+08:002011-05-01T20:35:52.043+08:00Haiku - 17spring sets out
…the waves rolling with
pulsing jellyfishes
summer vacation...
butterflies colour garden
for the children
twilight spreads
...her charm towards
the king cobra
rain ends
... the cherry blossoming
moment
spring unfolds...
cherry blossoms cover
the japan sky
japanese spring...
the smell of tsunami
in the night air
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-25625220426302221662011-04-30T22:28:00.000+08:002011-04-30T22:28:54.206+08:00Haiku - 16the lemon shivers
over my stretched hand
...spoon raceRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-54096020914516502152011-04-16T20:28:00.001+08:002011-04-16T20:29:02.417+08:00Haiku -15monsoon ends
...the sea breeze rising
into rainfall
sunset chills
...the waves rolling towards
her butterfly pose
twilight spreads
...the jasmines petals in
the garlands shop
new year starts
... the beggars dogging
waste bins
monsoon ends
...the lake filling into
emptinessRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-43368636023488461322011-04-03T15:15:00.000+08:002011-04-03T15:15:21.621+08:00Haiku - 14sunrise warms
...the waves rolling
towards her crow poseRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-82684895372287272212011-04-03T15:14:00.000+08:002011-04-03T15:14:15.238+08:00Haiku - 13exam fever starts
...the beach springing
with emptinessRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-50601757662755819602011-03-04T21:20:00.001+08:002011-03-04T21:20:51.665+08:00Haiku - 12first snow...
a manakin moonwalks
on the putting greenRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-66796042876403214522011-03-02T13:39:00.000+08:002011-03-02T13:39:04.199+08:00Haiku - 11winter twilight...
homing mynahs
over my backstrokeRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-519630071256684402011-02-27T16:34:00.000+08:002011-02-27T16:34:30.331+08:00Haiku - 10bees scent thaw
in the mouse nest
... spring feverRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-69844741216500875662011-02-27T16:33:00.000+08:002011-02-27T16:33:10.562+08:00Haiku - 9she puts
...the pieces of mirror
into artRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-8430975584685442232011-02-18T18:41:00.000+08:002011-02-18T18:41:53.662+08:00The DawningMid-summer of the year;early dawn in the view,deep chilliness in the sands,deafening silence in the breeze,painting stillness in the coastuntil the first cameraflashes to show thefirst turtle hatchingfrom its eggshell.As the blinks sets offturtle by turtlelifts its headand the hatchlings,step by step,walks to the shore.The first hatchlingleaps into the seaand the last hatchlingslips into the Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-38474469534048015482011-02-08T19:37:00.000+08:002011-02-08T19:37:59.436+08:00The Beach StrollEarly spring in the evening air,
Colourful kites fills the evening twilight,
Flock of birds are homing above,
Changing colours of clouds and waves,
Children lyricism fills the breeze,
Flying balloons of the wallah's stand,
Casual touch of cooling waves,
As she and I are strolling,
Hand in hand,
On the sands of Marina beach.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-18457697630562493772011-02-08T19:36:00.000+08:002011-02-08T19:36:09.284+08:00Late AutumnLate autumn -
Evening twilight;
The market lane
herds of shoppers,
In front of her small hut,
she lays the
stainless steel vessels
on the mat...
She,
her hut,
her mat,
her vessels,
her hope -
Autumn ceasing
allover...
Late night -
The lane deepening into
deafening silence;
Spoon by spoon,
tiffin box by tiffin box,
plate by plate,
she carefully places them
inside the jute sack
knowing tomorrowRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-41744309772592415322011-02-01T16:02:00.000+08:002011-02-01T16:02:40.603+08:00Senryu - 7falling...
turtle hatchlings
off the existenceRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29802053283665988762011-02-01T16:00:00.000+08:002011-02-01T16:00:27.541+08:00Haiku - 8dawn clicks...
a turtle hatchling glides
off the coastRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-72528891307076748032011-01-23T23:38:00.000+08:002011-01-23T23:38:34.163+08:00Full MoonFading winter morning;
shades of spring birthingon the leafless trees,visibility of first buds.
Fading winter night;shades of rainbow ringsaround the full moon,short patch of umteen cloudshave come to welcome.
A deep look into the full moondepicts the shadow ofme holding herin my arms.
As she kissed me and eased away,Full Moon wished good night to usand prepared to thank cloud by cloudas IRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-13909526846453267142011-01-15T12:41:00.000+08:002011-01-15T12:41:22.942+08:00AutumnThe flowering of autumn;
evening twilight -
the changing colour of
maple leaves,
waves,
clouds,
my spirit
and her feelings.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-55507562176880349972011-01-04T20:31:00.000+08:002011-01-04T20:31:13.659+08:00Backstroke...Twilight sky;
breezing clouds,
rare rain droplets,
circling eagle,
homing mynahs,
winging doves,
wet autumn leaves,
scenting blosoms,
flirting butterfly,
chirping nippers,
skating boys,
swinging girls,
floating kids,
unwinding babies
from strollers
and wheeling
mothers,
spectators
on every floor,
from both sides,
all awakening my
evening
backstroke.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-56068906142379840502011-01-04T20:26:00.001+08:002011-01-04T20:32:08.063+08:00LimerickThe aged Zhou who lives in Budapest,
Thinks his diction, for sure, is the best,
His spirit is so high,
He talks nonstop, ne’er shy…
Before his bunch, in the cuckoo's nest.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-10978768548651621292010-12-27T21:16:00.001+08:002010-12-27T21:18:00.390+08:00Their Sunday PursuitsI opened my windows
to earmark W.Smith
pursuit his 'happyness.'
At last when he came through
my spirit doubled,
my face beaming,
my body invigorating.
Shutting the windows
of my room, I took the air
to the biryani house
unfreezing the thought of my
pursuits in life.
Belly filled me
walked thro' the highway
unaware of the sunset
dreaming about my pursuits
until
an alien
plucked my gold Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-47375417495751385872010-12-27T21:08:00.000+08:002010-12-27T21:08:26.499+08:00Senryu - 6fingering my hair
stylist turns the face -
a cut on his chinRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-83135707262956704702010-12-27T21:06:00.000+08:002010-12-27T21:06:29.069+08:00Haiku - 7breezing dusk...
homing pigeons over
my backstrokesRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29100670684933503832010-12-27T21:03:00.001+08:002010-12-27T21:04:56.647+08:00The Euphonies Of My DayMy infant's pa...
pa...pa...
tiny chimes at dawn
for the heartening wakeup.
Temple's ding...
ding...ding...
cognitive state awaking
act to win the day.
Pigeon's coo...
coo...coo...
morning hymn
for the arising sun.
Rain's shawsh...
shwash...shwash...
noon tranquilizer
for the shining sphere.
Sparrow's chur...
chur...r.r.it.it.it.i...
evening love song
for her homing lover.
My infant's ta...
Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-59489741449219557182010-12-25T12:31:00.001+08:002010-12-25T12:32:04.160+08:00An Ode On The Collective SicknessWelcome to this club of corp
shape by the skill of smartness
by winning the credit, not for thy work
but of an innocent soul’s hard work.
Climb up the ladder easily
raising not thy respects laudably
but by teaming cleverly
to trouble the talents gravely.
Get the accolades in style
by attaining a task with pride
from the thrown tasks of dozen
fulfilling potent one with fondness.
Welcome to this Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-80441640733465940682010-12-23T20:36:00.001+08:002010-12-23T20:37:46.049+08:00Remember Not... Reflect Ought...Remember not...
the misdeed of an elderly
Reflect ought...
the puerility in that activity
Remember not...
those repeating essence in the speech
Reflect ought...
an adorable baby resonance in that reach
Remember not...
the wrinkles in the face
Reflect ought...
the blooming smile that arise
Remember not...
an habitué malady of an elderly
Reflect ought...
lovingness shown to an ill-baby
RememberRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-15964318044880549292010-12-18T19:11:00.001+08:002010-12-18T20:12:20.564+08:00I Love Visiting Temple...I love visiting temple…
Not to pray for my wish list
But to mind the devotees and their gifts
Not to even up my misdeeds
But to keep an eye on the priest’s deeds.
I love visiting temple…
Not to test the deity’s powers
But to capture the modern figures
Not to image the divinity’s size
But to eye the temple’s appraise .
I love visiting temple…
Not to hear those chants
But to look up to those Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-3957449719395511812010-12-15T20:12:00.000+08:002010-12-15T20:12:37.009+08:00Penang RecitesAs I inhale the breath of yours towards the horizon
Butterflies of seasonal flavours are aired
To engulf you along your path
To the meromictic lake signed by nature.
As I sense the shadow of yours towards the edifices
Calmness of regional mood is gifted to you
As you step towards the aesthetic Gautama
Posing in Thai and Burmese styles.
As I hear the stride of yours towards the floras
Crickets Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-43428529659958685412010-12-08T22:04:00.000+08:002010-12-08T22:04:48.987+08:00My LotusThro’ petting,
shampoos me to nirvana –
pink petal of the lotus bud,
her lip.
Thro’ divine beauty,
prophesies me ethics –
the ‘lotus-eyed one’ blossom,
her face.
Thro’ sweetness,
warmth me from iciness –
the lotus,
my better half.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-88890804220310300962010-12-07T21:50:00.000+08:002010-12-07T21:50:35.902+08:00Why Am I Composing Poesy?Why, why am I composing poesy?
To win honors, literary?
No no, it looks very funny!
I am writing poetry -
Fore'er to be nature savvy.
Why, why am I composing poesy?
To make souls envy?
No no, it is not my cup of tea!
I am writing poetry -
Fore'er to be with conscience.
Why, why am I composing poesy?
To change this universe?
No no, it makes me express joy!
I am writing poetry -
Fore'er to be, Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-71772105174246212712010-12-07T21:47:00.000+08:002010-12-07T21:47:06.722+08:00Chennai To Madras...Chennai to Madras, the journey of my mind
Paints the classic canvas of sceneries.
Morning hellos by the veggies of plowlands,
I walk to the school, together with chirping birds.
Drenching in the winter drizzle, journey of four souls
In a bicycle, heeding to the nature's orchestra.
Sharing laughs childishly under the sky,
Seeing the stars, I wait for my turn of moon-meal.
Starting out by sunrise,Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-2749408621440896112010-12-05T22:44:00.000+08:002010-12-05T22:44:17.507+08:00WhatsoeverBill and Sue studied law together
Desired to practice it forever
Sue chose lady justice
Bill took black injustice
Both didn't get case, whatsoever.
~*~
Syllables – 9,9,6,6,9
Rhymes – a,a,b,b,aRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-7581594756621425312010-12-05T22:42:00.000+08:002010-12-05T22:42:05.108+08:00Shall We? ( Tyburn )Practice,
service,
notice,
justice,
Shall we, with will, practice service ... now,
And with oneness notice justice ... bow?
~*~
Syllables – 2,2,2,2,9,9
Rhymes – a,a,a,a,b,b
Lines 1 & 2 used as syllables 5 to 8 in line 5
Lines 3 & 4 used as syllables 5 to 8 in line 6 Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-35564702596323753002010-12-05T22:36:00.002+08:002010-12-05T22:38:31.190+08:00She Laugh At It! ( Senryu )I
judgement day -
weeps in the way of 'lady justice'
the blind lady
II
the judge
before conviction corrects -
'lady justice' gold ring
III
new court opening...
captures the flashes
'lady justice'
IV
statue maker
payoffs the authority with smile-
gains from 'lady justice'
V
judgement ahead...
the judge gifts his wife...
a 'lady justice' pendant
VI
black statue
grey judgements
white Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-50469824203132340892010-12-05T22:30:00.001+08:002010-12-05T22:38:55.728+08:00Universal Justice ( NONET )Our earth owns few keen lady justices
those gifted to show her moral
in their day-to-day duty
with her noble spirit
e'er blindfolded
nonsubjective
a mother
teacher
nurse
~*~
Syllables - 1st line - 9,
2nd line - 8,
.
.
.
8th line - 2,
9th line - 1.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-27418876604969637002010-12-05T22:28:00.001+08:002010-12-05T22:39:41.543+08:00Lady JusticeLady justice's thoughts sparked off her action
Action reflected her country men's discernment
Discerning mortals strengthened their system's yield
Yield of positivity captured cosmos Justices
Justices used it as their allegory, in this universe
Universe symbolised her in different regional shades
Shades of her, however, focussed on single trustingness
Trust was put across,by this allegory, toRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-27994248637793250262010-12-05T22:26:00.000+08:002010-12-05T22:26:03.647+08:00The Lady Justice's Lament“I covered my eyes with pleasure
As everyone treated truth as treasure
My double-edged sword remained fresh
As everyone was bounded to reason and justice
My set of scales measured only correct and in-correct
And provided justice to every case it met.
Now, justice thinks, My eyes are covered with an objective
For them to close their eyes and remain very subjective
My doubled-edged sword Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-33318505250494917262010-12-05T22:23:00.001+08:002010-12-05T22:23:56.550+08:00Justitia Versus JusticeJustitia's dark pose is a golden allegory
Justice's present pose depicts dark imagery
Unifies reason, justice, objectivity and balance
Upgrades putridness, injustice, subjectivity and imbalance
Sanctions responsibility, power, growth and wisdom
Salutes payoff, baron, egotism and kingdom
Touches equalitarianism, objectivism and platonism
Teaches prejudgement, escapism and Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-50079779348943979562010-12-05T22:18:00.000+08:002010-12-05T22:18:24.955+08:00In(Justice)16th century
Justitia
Went blindfolded -
To view the truth.
Her left hand
Held double-edged sword -
To drive home reason and justice.
Her right hand
Held set of scales -
To load the subject's 'two sides'
On them and decide the outcome
Based on the needle's direction.
21st century
Judiciary
Went wide-eyed -
To view the loophole.
Their left hands
Held double standard code -
To Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-15896903867653882272010-12-01T21:19:00.000+08:002010-12-01T21:19:28.680+08:00LovebirdI see you e’er with love,
For you to view and ‘wow’.
Dawn and dusk as I see,
Time for a singing spree.
A mate I e’er seek,
To show my heart with beak.
I pose lovely with spirit,
As e’er I stay with veggie diet.
I am very social and playful,
If my chum, chatty and wonderful.
Ever gay, I proudly show,
Tones of the rainbow.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-69852426900862194152010-12-01T21:17:00.000+08:002010-12-01T21:17:33.716+08:00Silence...Silence…
The state of perfection
To listen to the thoughts
Of the world within
Loudly.
Silence…
The nature’s gift
To workout the thoughts
On the world without
Quietly.
Silence…
The spiritual string
Unites the world within
And the world without
Perfectly.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-34888984126061482242010-12-01T21:14:00.000+08:002010-12-01T21:14:13.497+08:00Grey MusicIn the wake of the grey sky
My mind woke up to the grey thought
Grey music devils my mind
Performing scores from the grey album
My life's grey shadow dancing to the tunes
Enticing me out from warm to cold grey
Winds of the grey weather
Stepping-up in me, the grey auras
Finally, Grey cry woke up me to alive
Dark sky in my way
Smiling from the pane, full moon
Rested me back to an unclouded sleep.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-46280197177412761272010-11-28T12:54:00.000+08:002010-11-28T12:54:03.604+08:00The Muttering Clock ( Revised )The grey clock -
An erstwhile magical godfather,
A precise runner behind earth spins,
A soul's illuminant with sharp bang,
An awakening lord equivalent to dawn,
A chirping bird that tweedles seasonably,
Is breathing for
The care now,
Clock's eyelid ever
Praying for it,
With last breath,
Still it owns.
Today, it's look -
A spiritless soul,
An alien,
An ailing soul,
A falling autumn leaf,
A noisyRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-66761875328176016572010-11-28T12:51:00.004+08:002010-11-28T14:50:32.515+08:00Universal TouchBreath's tender touch -
Melody awakening event
From the woodwind instrument
To deepen the earth's spirit.
Raindrop's tender touch -
Fragrance airing instant
For the juiceless soil
To give thanks to the sky.
Lotus's tender touch -
Divinely posing spot
For the green pond
To reflect the temple's flavour.
Wave's tender touch -
Joy seeking thrill
From the sea-coast,
For all the mortals.
Nestling'sRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-46168394609456767922010-11-22T20:16:00.001+08:002010-11-22T20:16:18.124+08:00The Cockroach ( Nonsense Poem )I love you very much, oh dear!
But as always you ne'er hear,
And ne'er allow me to come near
Which is what very unclear.
I pray, today, he visits here,
For only he, you fear,
Begin to listen me and bear,
And squeeze me to be near,
That moment, I love the most dear,
His spray already altered without fear,
So no worry atleast for a year,
I love you very much, oh dear!
This moment, I love the most Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-87467772780673370782010-11-21T15:39:00.001+08:002010-11-21T15:54:51.719+08:00My Slick CarLittle little super star,
I love my slick car.
Cooper can race fast and far,
With dancing lights and speed bar.
My daddy owns one car,
He takes me in it for tour.
I keep an eye on new cars
So I can buy one that stars.
Little little super star,
I love my slick car.
I play with variety of cars
But always sleep with my slick car.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-24589589475923470292010-11-17T13:52:00.001+08:002010-11-21T15:55:52.265+08:00The First Smile (NONET)tenth day of thy birth, valentine day
feathery like feel on my lap
after enjoying, hot bath
bending knees and elbows
fresh eyes gently shut
excited I
lip widen
the first
smileRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-87082243642746084772010-11-15T20:36:00.002+08:002010-11-21T15:57:12.201+08:00(Simple) LimerickPuppy and pussy loved each other,
Fancied, future like any other,
Planned to meet at ‘funtime’,
Plainly for the first time,
Returned menage let down forever.
---------------------------------------
Syllable - 9,9,6,6,9
Rhyme - a,a,b,b,aRamesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-1637733424649048512010-11-15T20:33:00.002+08:002010-11-21T15:57:48.474+08:00Frozen...Kissing his sleeping beauty,
He stepped out for his duty.
She posed all the same,
Sensing the touch of her hubby.
Wedded for four seasons now,
She reached him only this autumn.
They fondly eyed on winter,
To celebrate their special day together.
Buying her fancied bangle,
He raced home for the noon meal.
Still posing all the same,
She left him in frozen state.Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29384665670696272082010-11-15T20:07:00.002+08:002010-11-21T15:59:26.947+08:00Universal LoveLove between flower and butterfly,Forever this universe can pause and eye.Love between fruit and squirrel,Forever this universe can see and revel.
Love between honey and bee,Forever this universe can view and envy.Love between sea and shore,Forever this universe can sight with pleasure.
Love between rain and rainbow,Forever this universe can flick and show.Love between grass and dewdrop,Forever Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-37624904613772777172010-11-09T19:30:00.001+08:002010-11-21T15:59:00.944+08:00...Believer‘Kindie’ age -
Where are you going?
I questioned my Pa,
Dressed down me, my Ma.
‘Schooling’ age -
Why exam starts at Ravagalam?
You will be sure fail,
Playing with God,
Yelled my Ma.
‘College’ age -
Why only ‘Ganesha’ drinking milk?
My son turned agnostic,
Give him good mind,
Prayed my Ma.
‘Professional’ age -
Going to temple, big pooja hall here?
My Ma, are you a deist?
I need to take Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-90854383454744936432010-11-09T19:14:00.001+08:002010-11-21T15:59:56.105+08:00The BicycleThe 'ferrari' red bicycle;
My treasured vehicle,
E'er available on call,
Leave off during rainfall.
My favorite hobby;
Use the lengthy lobby,
For my racing trial,
Won hearts as medal.
Lured by Michael;
I took my cycle,
To a spacious hall,
Near the pool.
Mummy entered the scene;
Dressed pretty in green,
Face expression serene,
Took me out by train.
When we returned;
Mother stood stunned,
My cycle,Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-62829787451102600632010-11-08T21:43:00.001+08:002010-11-21T16:00:23.939+08:00Let's Power Our WishLet's power our wish thro' Sankara prophesy,
Divining sacred-self, killing ego malady.
Let's power our wish thro' Chanakya pledge,
Capturing the center, digging out edge.
Let's power our wish thro' Kabir tale,
Shaping up unity, splitting up let fail.
Let's power our wish thro' Gandhian path,
Eyeing on patience, ruling out spleen dirt.
Let's power our wish thro' Raman effect,
Opining on noesis,Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-67477705366640122202010-11-07T10:48:00.003+08:002010-11-21T16:00:52.452+08:00No Gain No PainAn opportunity to meet the living legend,
Restlessly chased by global diarists.
Though he never airs out his presence,
Of inhabiting at Taman Negara,
Populace, at every point, acknowledges his dominance.
He appeared young, brisk and powerful
Showcasing bliss, spirit and hefty.
His family line existed with content,
Subconsciously nourishing their essence,
To stay close to nature.
Urbanized Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813400175581444588.post-29750495699573692342010-11-06T14:44:00.001+08:002010-11-21T16:02:25.534+08:00Best Author Of The Month
Writers Globe in their Mail - Dear Mr. Ramesh Anand,
We are glad to inform you that you have been selected as a winner out of many entries we received for this contest. Best Author of the month for October 2010, for the unique talent you have displayed, through your Poem.
It gives us immense pleasure to anounce you that you will be receiving a certificate of excellence, as a first prize from Ramesh Anandhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159223516826240351noreply@blogger.com0