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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
What I think I know is not
What I know
I assume I know much more than
What I know.
I do not know
What I do not know
As what I know reveals
What I need to know.
The trouble is to know
What I do know
And to know what I do not know.
This makes me humiliated
For I have been quarreling with authenticity
That I know
And what I know is correct.
"To know what we know
And to know what we do not know
Is real knowledge."
Said the philosopher.
I know he did not know
What one needs to know.
Knowing one thing becomes
A known thing the moment
One thinks of knowing
And some thing of that thing
Is not known,
So I do not know
Of that something.
This means
One can infer
'I do not know' is the truth.
Then arises the billion dollar question
"What one has to know?"
As the known thing expands every moment you know
Just to know is not even knowledge,
Leave alone wisdom.
The question now arises
How can I know
What I do not know
And what I can not know?
Sometimes I do not know that
Because I can not know.
If I do know
What I can not know
Then I know
What I do not know
Then how can I say I know
About the thing I do not know.
Can I say
I know something about
Everything of what I know
And What I do not know.
Now,
Do you know
What I know?
And
What I do not know?
I know
You do not know
What I know
And I do not know
Because you do not know
What you know
And what you do not know.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
As I walk on the bridge
I reminisce my childhood
I search my soul bondage
I knew not life nor understood
But delighted for age after age.
Had nothing to relish alright
But happy was I felt ever
Had no feel of hostility albeit.
Taken to conflict never.
Present comes as sailing smooth
Though problems encompass as usual.
Dawn a conflict a day
Now searching for happiness amidst confrontation full.
Future beckons severe
As past did do it causal.
And present passes the reverie
Oh! The Super Being looks casual.
I look deep into me
As I get the insight going into me.
The life seems to be a golden boat
Sent by the Carpenter who cares my being
As I, only I, master my fate.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
S/He walks in bias
As s/he thinks not of himself.
S/He has many a vice
By which s/he does more to others than to himself
As s/he feels his/her disservice to others
Makes him/her nearer to Himself/Herself.
The Modern (Wo)Man.
Full of knowledge
Sans wisdom
Lacking the tryst of self image
For s/he nourishes the advanced sciencedom
Which brought Moscow, Mumbai and Madrid nearer
But a cleavage, so dearer of minds.
So comes the external prejudice
Which reins the seminal minds
With a little or no vision.
Today has all to say
Not anything for tomorrow
The Modern (Wo)Man,
The most civilized and
The most savaged to protect
Her/Him and the burden which
S/He has promised to be obliged,
Is the confluence of
The venomous Chemistry of the mind
And
The meanest mundane of Biology
Short of Historicity and Epistemology of Time.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
“I am somebody”, said the Somebody
“I am everybody” said the Everybody
“So what? You are nobody to me,” said Somebody to Everybody.
Everybody thought of the Somebody.
“Everybody is Somebody to Somebody (else)”, said Everybody.
“So what? Everybody means Nobody,” Somebody.
“Everybody means a lot.” asserted Everybody
“Then Who is Nobody?” Both intrigued.
“I am Somebody; You are Everybody.” Said Everybody
“No I am the Somebody” averred Somebody
“Okey You are Somebody and I am Everybody.”
“Then, whose is this Nobody?”
“Nobody has Nobody, HA! HA!” Both sed to themselves.
If Somebody thinks, “I am only the Somebody.”
And Everybody thinks, “Everybody is Somebody to Somebody.”
Then Somebody wouldn’t be there to say, “I am Somebody.”
Anybody can become Somebody someday.
So, Somebody does not matter to Anybody.
Then the Everybody becomes Somebody any way, any day.
Anybody becomes Somebody someway? Or anyway?
Not by anyway, by cook or crook?
Then that Somebody will become Nobody.
And Everybody will remain as Everybody to Everybody.
Both Somebody and Everybody will be known as Nobody.
And, and Nobody knows Anybody - Somebody, Everybody and Nobody.
Who are you? Somebody? Everybody? Anybody? or Nobody?
Someday Everybody is Somebody.
Everyday Somebody is Everybody.
One day Anybody becomes Somebody.
All the days Anybody becomes Nobody
And Anybody becomes Everybody because
Anybody wants to be Somebody, Not Nobody.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
I met her as my colleague
She was in her late 30s
Trying to shield her boundless sad
With her busy schedule and her son.
Chosen to teaching
To forget the in-laws teasing
And parents worrying.
Taken to reading in full swing
And the never-ending serials of the
Wonder idiot box*.
She has got parted away
From her man, we were told by rumours
He was the incarnation of beastly demon
And adulterated with many a woman
Someone said at some time, somewhere.
All her colleagues pay attention to her story
They ask her never
Nor do they accept her ever
As he has run away from him
One noble lady feels
“She is very adamant
He must be good man.”
The truth is that she has not seen him even once
“She could not live with him”
Remarks her one time friend.
“She cannot be adjusted
She is very much egoistic”
One male colleague gives her moral support.
He talks to her always
His looks are always everywhere on her
Her inquisitive boss once quizzed her
“What is your husband?’
As he could not ask her
“Where is your husband?’
She showed her annoyance
But said “He is in the States”
Nobody knows his state.
So, interest is on her marital status.
“Why does not she remarry?” – a concerned voice.
“Who will marry her with a child?” – a concerned response.
The neighbours, not so neighbourly.
Keeps a watch on her by scrutinizing every visitor to her house
Trying to get a degree by researching
About her life.
They know more about her than her
Their research bend of mind needs to be conferred
With a doctoral degree.
The much-learned society
Who would not even come out
When their neighbour’s son met with an accident
Is always ready to tell about her unknown story
Even to a two-minute old friend
And kept open their intelligentsia
To find her life story
As their life’s mission.
She walks in silence
And lives around noises
Not knowing or conniving the murmurs around.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
Sometime comes once in a while,
Anytime can come to anyone at any time.
All time is with you always,
Every time is what you have every time.
Sometime is your casual being
All time is our life time, life span.
If you feel you have time, then you will have all time for you.
And perceive you don’t have time, then you can have no time.
If you are conscientious every time, then your all time is always every time.
Everyone has the same time for the day, week, month and the year,
Everyone has the same time till your Last time
Life time does not go with your time calculus.
As your life time does not align with others’ time
It can be anytime for anyone to pass away any time.
All time is with the All Pervasive
Sometime is with you, the Human.
Anytime is for all-both you and for all, but not for Him.
He is the embodiment of Time, all Times.
He cognizes all the times and no time, and is time with no time, Zero time.
Anytime good time can come to you anytime.
Anytime does not come to you every time.
So that sometime you may make time for all time for you.
What do you prefer for you: Sometime, All time, Every time, Any time or no time?
You may say, “Any time is fine, but good time must come”
Good time can come for some sometime and at any time,
But not at every time and all time.
Manage your time so that you can be illusive to no time.
And have your real time in the current time.
We don’t talk about time present, time past and time future
For these times are the time we travel, lived, living and will live through.
All the three times are affected by the times we have been timing about.
Because Times, Sometime, All time, Every time and Any time can come within no time
And pale away with in no time
For we are moved, swayed away by Time through Time.
What time you would like to live at this current time?
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL SPEAK NO EVIL
I thought I should think only good
I wished I should follow the Mahatma's deed.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
As he knew very well
He preached what he practiced
For he knew you can't help thinking evil.
Mahatmaji, with all respect to you
I follow your teaching
I see never, neither hear, nor speak evil.
But can't help thinking evil.
I believe I follow you
When I wish not to think of evil
Evil thoughts come to the devil.
So said a reasonable philosopher
An atheist thinks of God more often than the theist
As he believes in rejecting Him.
Every time he starts thinking to reject Him
He has to think of Him.
So, the atheist thinks of Him very often than the theist.
Oh! Evil! Thou shall have a death.
Evil! Not alone He dies.
I want a change in my mind "Let the evil be eliminated."
I would be good forever.
As good as good could be
But when all good prevails and no evil,
The world becomes monotonous, droning
And when no evil, only good.
There comes the problem, there is nothing good.
You should have a thing to distinguish
So, you need an evil to make the good exist as good.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
Banking on inherited memories rejuvenates me.
As and when I remember the memories
That me and my people long to cherish
And those me and my people despise to relish
To remember not as memoirs
But as inerasable scars.
The nation, the geography, the war, the leaders
The language, the temples, the forts and those statues, and the ethnicity
Then comes an innate xenophobia
That declares me and my people as more equal than others;
And others do live in History’s mischief,
Bloodshed as part of the living
And for the living of me and my people,
And the making of the histories
That I and my people have today
As glorious moments of the past for the present
But for those who produced this wicked ‘hero’
That is unexplainable.
The unforgettable’s enigmatic inexplicable
And this makes me feel the heroic deeds
And the unheroic moments as great periods
And people who built that fort and this temple.
I only consume History.
Producer of History
Learning from the past bloopers
I reconstruct the future through THIS present.
And those present here.
There is NO present as such
For humans live in past glories
And memories that are painful
To think about the future
And the prospective futures
Those (are) perceived either in fear or in hyper ambitions.
The past seems to me
A mere wars-the wars fought
For a feudal by a feudal
Or those slaves-(Both physical and social).
Those kings and their courtesans
The numerous wives and those concubines
The titles and the moribund army.
The modern PROMOTERS of democracy
Yet the common man was ‘there’
But not living.
I exterminate all the above
Including the democracy,
The dictatorship of the preliterate,
The religious kingdom, the Islamic republic.
Egalitarian society for all- the inclusive growth
I will have equality
Where people are equal
In all but something giving room for those
Like I who would like to produce
History- future history.
I produce History
Not for History’s sake
For myself – my sake.
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The bright shining visage
As glowing as the glossy morning sun.
Brighter the legs,
Though not fully seen,
That pulls a thousand eye’s apples
The skirt tangles
Above the knee.
Chubby thighs and knees too.
It was a sober chilly foggier morn
And the fainting Beings.
The rest wool flocked
The socks locked ankles
That protrude the blocky shoes
And the unmindful bosoms swing.
The neatened curly locks hang on her temples
Thoughtful, mischievous timid eyes
With conniving looks –
They look and don’t look.
Cognizant of being starred at.
Look at everyone and not at anyone.
Her whitish brown angular countenance
And the big bag of assumed knowledge on her back.
She walks into the school bus GF 8,
Lost herself in thinking of thoughts -both hers and others.
Pulling down the tens of ‘manly’ sights.
And the unmindful women
Both in envy and admiration.
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Ramanujam Meganathan Poem
To be a fool is too difficult
You can't always think unwise
It comes to little sense when you think only stupid.
You can't simply reject when a Lass smiles
If a fool, you shun. If wise, you smile.
(May the vice versa – fool may smile at the lovely Lass.)
Then comes a thousand trouble
You were wise when you smiled back
You are now a fool while in love.
Your senses tell you; you are a fool to be in love.
Tells your heart you are fair at heart.
Decide you are a fool or wise?
It takes a lot to be a fool--- a full-fledged fool.
It makes sense to be a fool sometime
That sense makes you a wise person
As it needs much wit to be wise
For both live in dreams.
Fool dreams and dreams to dream
The wise dreams and works to materialize the dream
So that the fool can eat the fruits of his wisdom.
Have you decided to be a fool or wise?
Don't be too wise to be a fool.
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