Long Ghats Poems

Welcome to our TAMILNADU 
The land of prosperity

Where our mother earth dons,
green dress and blue crown,
All year round

Welcome to our TAMILNADU 
The land of divine dance

Where people here still practice
ancient dances bharatanatiyam, mayilatam, 
oyilatam, thapatam...

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On a hazy day, in the mid of the jungle
through the dense rain forest, we trek;
Where astounding waterfalls spread smoke
and the various birds sing melodious jingles

Swaying lofty trees filter the sunlight,
cause the shadowy effect inside...

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How I weave fancies around my dream date
If time could satisfy some of my whims,
I would, like a sprightly fawn, hop and jump
Jubilant, jocular, joyous, and juvenile!
      
Between the departing...

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It was celebration of the Panguni Pongal for the sixth day
People assemble before the Goddess Kaali, to pray

Big sand pot is full of water
Below is a stock of wood, set to enter

Water is set to...

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At the bank of holy Ganga, a revered shrine,
Religious and cultural center, Varanasi.
Chants of ‘Har-Har Ganga’ grant blessings divine. 
At the bank of holy ganga, a revered shrine.
Bathing in Ganga remits the sin malign,
Founded by...

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Originating, like crystal drops, from Gaumukh glaciers,
Colorless, like frank-innocence, later, gleams and glitters;
Mingled with Bhagirathi; melt in Alaknanda, great,
Flows flawlessly as though baiting and defeating the fate...

Vishnu, the supreme, in his dwarf Brahman incarnation,
Took two...

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Huge heaps of fire gaze at me from far,
the flaming maws marking time.
I smell its smoke, holy smoke, rising; 
Its classic smell, leaching through
Its perfumed camouflage.
And piles of wood stacked up like 
disappointments, big and...

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South West monsoon strengthens on month July,                 It increases the speedy surface wind too,     ...

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Now burns the stillness of thoughts.
Be my enemy.
Ants are running out
of the eye.
Nightmares:
I am collecting the ashes from
the burning ghats.
The steps to the lake are disappearing
in the blood of moon.
The dogs-
are carrying away a half-burnt...

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Contented and unmindful of hassles,
We live snugly in our secured houses.
In the backdrop, you, the valid knight
Fight in perilous Ghats day and night.
Brave heart filled with dauntless guts,
Galloping warm blood in bulged nerves,
Honed mind with...

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The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets

There ,in  a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.

stood  perched on...

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The alarm warns: it’s time to wake, 
Time, twelve years of leisure to shake,
Take a look, King of springs has come, 
The time has come now to blossom, 
And this message spreads all around,
The plants...

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Pilgrims and vagrants throng its Ghats
Beggars, seers and mendicants all,
Shrill peal of bells, the chant of hymns
And waters holy do enthrall.

Shiva’s trident nudges the soul
The Dhamak Stupa stands forlorn,
Their speak of legends distant past
Of antiquity...

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Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass.
The pink goddess of...

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Trading the sweetness, a rainbow
on icefalls, you will come back on rocks
and drink the elixir of death.
A fantastic dream of soap bubbles in a tumbler,
ejecting the inky grief on the transparent glass.
The pink goddess of...

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i  make ready myself for an insult
and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles
on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring
the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors
on trees; someone inside the shrine...

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i  make ready myself for an insult
and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles
on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring
the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors
on trees; someone inside the shrine...

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BIASED
THE LIFE HAS BEEN RUINED 
LIKE AN OLD MANOR,
THE ALFRESCO HAD TURNED
INTO SIRROCO OF LIFE.

IT HAS GIVEN ME  THE
MASOCHISH OF LIFE.
IT HAS BEEN RUINED LIKE
GHATS OF GANGES
BY  PREACHERS  WHO ARE  
FAKE...

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gradients
vivid, humbling
I was collecting a bit of myself

reading anatomy
of animality
spawning the hidden eggs

flecks of echos scarring:
reconnecting to starry night
I could not hold my enrged otherself

and the homely smell of gunshots
orchestrated to send a message of
mayhem...

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