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Ananta Madhavan Poems
Order out of Chaos
Panting up the slopes With the wind brewing in the trees, And the mountain line like a row Of aged teeth decaying,
Four Small Poems
1. The rapids of history leave us breathless as they happen. If we are long-lived, they will rush by again in the future.
Three Dream Haikus
1. That day the Alps grew slowly beautiful. Touching hands, we learnt to ski. 2. I did not race the river as I walked
'Did I ever Exist? '
I am not sure I ever lived, except in this imagined space, This concoction of words that perhaps make a little sense To a kindly heart like yours.
Moth on bark or parakeet on bough, Seeming other than they are, Teach us that nature loves deceit; Yet priggish man exalts the truth,
A Song of Waiting
I rose at six O'clock And hastened to Chepauk To wait and see a Test Match, but rain began to fall. I tried to hasten back;
A Rumination Reviewed
Yesterday and yesterday and yesterday Accumulate the baggage of the Past, Some bits for re-enactment in the Future. Successors can call it History.
Bit Poems, not Bitter
1. Bone beauty we admire; Better wait Till we are skeletons.
To Know A Face
To know a face Return a thousand times, And scrutinise
A Poet Waits, in Vain?
I The Tibetan waits for customers. His high-boned face is flat,
Blue Little Marble
In that blue little marble My son saw swirls Of stars.
When he was sent to jail The warder did decree His cell should be Perfectly circular.
A winsome youth, whose visage bore A galaxy of pimples on the forehead, Noticed a girl running ahead While tramping up a country road.
He quoted from the stars as though that proved the point; Sensing drama in the turn of a car at the gateway, Or the fall of a letter on the doormat, Like a sigh of desolate waiting;
Quotationsmore quotations »
'''All truths are partial and the last, the most.'''Me
'''Today is the Tomorrow of YesterdayA. Madhavan,21 June,2014, musing on the Relativity of Time and the futility of his trying to understand the equations of Einstein.
And the Yesterday of Tomorrow'.''
'''It is not we who catch up with age;A. Madhavan,8 April,2013
It is old age that catches up with us',
As the over-taker said to the undertaker.''
''A Zen Quibble.A. Madhavan
There is no point in this Zen story.
That is the point.''
'I am securely anchored to a grooved
Orbit of days and seasons; I shall hold
Fast to my functions, my place in the sun,
Observer, object, subject, substitute
Poem by A. Madhavan, entitled 'Axle', published by Writer's Workshop, Calcutta, India in 1971.
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Order out of Chaos
Panting up the slopes
With the wind brewing in the trees,
And the mountain line like a row
Of aged teeth decaying,
And the cold air in hunger
Nibbling at my warmth,
I think of the jagged beauty that disturbs
The neatly ordered boxes of my mind;
And I think of the rich irrelevance around me,
And I know that I will never smooth
The scarred and pimpled visage of the earth,
Nor rearrange the scattered stars
In jewelled patterns.
I have no secrets from the mocking peak.