RAVI S RANGANATHAN

RAVI S RANGANATHAN

AND THE FLOWER SPOKE GENTLY.

Eloquent silence of the petals with overawing hue,

diamond drops

glistening on the green leaves....

The flower took its own time

to blush...

In the first flush,

the stir so subtle, the ploy so plush

like tremulous tenderness

of the magical maiden kiss..

I regained my lost wish.

Blush over, flowered into a smile, that Blessed smile....

No guile,it lasted a while,

a profound profile;

tranced me as I dazed...

Face to face,

Opening up with grace..

She bespoke

in a language

I could fully guage !

Ravi.S.Ranganathan...

CYGNETS IN THE POND

My morning walk in the park

had a strange and surreal bond

with cygnets in the pond.

Smooth and suave, sheltered by parent Swan

sailing smoothly in their short span

Encircled the pool in a lissome swim

pecked at  crumbs with a rare vim...

As I circumambulated the park

eyes focused on the pond

Thoughts transfixed on

these wondrous white birds,

saw the little ones embark

on a swift short  huddle some mode

circle at centre of the pond

with the head Swan in the middle

for few moments  and as swiftly moved away

like challenging the clouds above on the slide

and rearranged  themselves!

It was a sight for the Gods

The bright circle in the pond

anchored by a prominent

pristine white plumage on the ride...

A lesson for me too

To get on  into  a seamless stride

And face the day with pride...

Ravi.S.Ranganathan

DEATH FEARS LIFE

Death is whispering in Life’s weary ears to quell unrest

‘If you are tired of the race, come to me, take rest ’...

Braving this incisive missive, life is anything but submissive

It inspires in its radiantly emissive glow...

Do not mistake swerving silence for unuttered presence

and reticence for conspicuous absence;

thoughts are no sanctuary of the cemetery consigned

nor has Death squeezed life out of the mind...

Life’s echo bristles in vibrant frequency

hardly scared of Demon’s delinquency...

Oh scythe, hold your reach, hold your breath

This is no eristic   shibboleth, no epitaph of Death

Do not teach how to begin life at your doors

When life steers stairways to claim the floors....

RAVI. S.RANGANATHAN