Best Madras Poems

Madras

Hotel lobbies, hotel bars
Hotel rooms, air conditioned cars
City sights and sounds and smells
A smile, a frown, a shout impels
The thoughts within to exude
And express themselves...

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Madras Shorts

Nineteen-sixty-five
Red Blue green dyed colored plaid
Too bad they don't fit....

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Stepping down from the AC coach
on to the railway platform
A hot wave of salty moist air 
drenches me
On my customary visit
to this city I'm tethered...

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Heavenly Meat Pies

Nostalgic memories -
An awesome aroma
And an unforgettable flavor of
Freshly-baked, hot-out-of-the-oven,
Magnificent, “melt-in-your-mouth,”
Homemade mini meat pies.

Flaky, golden brown pastry crusts,
Filled with lots of love and...

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Asian Epicurean Quest

At the heart of China Town, Kuala Lumpur (capital of Malaysia) is Petaling Street.
  
Domain of hustlers, hucksters, cheap-jacks and diblers; purveyors...

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Translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar’s poem: “Asai Mugam” or “Beloved Face”
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MY SINGING STAR

Annual days in our University existed before too, only in annals,
Until the day, she on the ramp thrilled our hearts that came to...

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Part One

“The Kurral owes much of its popularity to its exquisite poetic form. A kurral is a couplet containing a complete and striking idea expressed...

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K373 and K374 of the THIRUKKURAL: Translated with Commentary

The poet's name, THIRUVALLUVAR [Thiru = Sacred and Valluvar = the name of the priesthood caste of...

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Part Two

           a hardly flickering oilwick open trough lamp lighting
limply other framed coloured pictures of...

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III

This is the land of the convectional rains
Which vie on the monsoon back scrubbing streets
This is the land at half-past four
The rainbow rubs the chilli...

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The scent of water steamed off your skin
-I felt boyish, vulnerable;
you peeked through a wisp of hair and beckoned,
then all of the stars shot and...

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Your stand with your hand on your hip
I must presume, I will not get a tip
Yes, the soup is cold I know 
But Gazpacho is...

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'Jesus Christ Superstar':
this might tell you where we are.
With open sky and stars above,
it's just another summer of love.

Bota bag across my breast
(Strawberry Hill is...

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