Ananta Madhavan Poems
- Order Out Of Chaos Panting up the slopes With the wind ...
- Blue Little Marble In that blue little marble My son saw ...
- 'Did I Ever Exist? ' I am not sure I ever lived, except in ...
- A Song Of Waiting I rose at six O'clock And ...
- Nature Lies Moth on bark or parakeet on bough, Seeming ...
- To Know A Face To know a face Return a thousand times, ...
- Bit Poems, Not Bitter 1. Bone beauty we admire; Better...
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'''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.
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.