Biography of Indira Renganathan
Poetry to me is music and a healing therapy for mind and heart.Mine is a homemaker's heart which has scored fairly a lot of experiences in life and which is always passionate about singing not only its joy but also sorrow related to home, society, nature, spirituality and God
'Thus Sings My Heart' as I call it is a compendium of my poems that reflects my heart.
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Indira Renganathan Poems
A Recipe(Uneven Couplet) - The uneven couplet is paired lines of different length rhymed or unrhymed, metered or unmetered.
A Day With The Lord
Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine In tardy treads it's pinking too fine
And She's treading on still.. As has been so far
Applauding A Boo
Vegetables on the chopping board Inaugurate a television recital.. I chop chop Recital going on
Stroke of a heartless son Desirably remained an unschooled rascal Plunging ischemic into a father's mind Sweep-swindling all the travail of asset
Vagabond the husband.. Job to job, place to place Loitering in unsteady wandering His own wishful ideology
Wind bursts, orange fire curtains Sweeping the land fueled blazes There, in Arctic and Antartic a disintegrity Cuts of ice, the size of a small country
Undone wishes give umbrage.. Worry and wrath on stage Can't afflict umbrage beings stronger To self but gives worry lowly to distress
Thank You Mr.Robert Frost
Thank you Mr.Robert Frost For 'The road not taken' That showed me the route.. But a road many travelled taken
Mother, words will not suffice. Overwhelmed am I thinking of your face. Tears deep from my heart come up Hiding my eyes from looking you up.
A Visit To Thirupudaimaruthur-(Tirunelve...
My brahminism.. Still holding ascetic austerities Bathed brisk in dark dawn, Prepared food for the day
Luminous on the snowy Himalaya The effulgence of Kaladi Kerala The beacon light up there spirited From south of Bharath enlightened
O' tricky children of the sphere Mass of gasses and vapour dittoing to flare Trickling through my nostrils to swear That my life ever is you compounded air
Summer droplets sweating on autumn Perspiring brother builds his equinox column Provoked earth invokes southwesterly solemn For humans ever summer they condemn
Fate And Time
Fate and Time are bad brothers
Bothering each other, botherers
Fate knows not when its bad Time is
Time knows not when it'll be fatal
They both clasp and coil along
They both hit and beat along
And lo, our life in their grip
They but join too good to snare us