Indira Renganathan


Indira Renganathan Poems

1. Summer Scenario 4/16/2008
2. Mortal Wrinkles 4/17/2008
3. Show-Piece 4/19/2008
4. The Temple Lass 4/19/2008
5. Monstrous Fortnight 4/19/2008
6. To The Lord 4/19/2008
7. O' Youths 4/19/2008
8. Silence Tuned 4/20/2008
9. Helpless Woman 4/20/2008
10. Guru Dhyanam-1 4/20/2008
11. Merrily Truly 4/20/2008
12. The Untouchable 4/20/2008
13. Street Decor 4/20/2008
14. Smiling Swing 4/20/2008
15. The Wet Lyre 4/20/2008
16. To The Babe Of This Century 4/20/2008
17. Salutations Salutations Salutations 4/20/2008
18. Look Forward 4/20/2008
19. The Doubt 4/20/2008
20. Papa Is Transcendent 4/20/2008
21. Breathlessley Speaking 4/20/2008
22. Tribute To Sudhachandran 4/21/2008
23. To Uncle Eighty 4/21/2008
24. Pellmell Morning 4/21/2008
25. Holy Jaunt 4/23/2008
26. Alankar(Decor) -88 4/23/2008
27. Love 4/23/2008
28. Festival Deepavali 4/23/2008
29. Wishing The New Year 4/23/2008
30. Upland Walkway 4/23/2008
31. Repentance, Compliance 4/29/2008
32. To The Ocean 4/29/2008
33. Holy Remembrance 4/23/2008
34. The Silvery Cloud 4/23/2008
35. Vaijayanti 4/23/2008
36. Insectarium Virtual 4/29/2008
37. December Moon 4/29/2008
38. Festival Navarathri 4/29/2008
39. Scrutiny Of A Psyche 5/1/2008
40. Leaf-Lunch 5/1/2008
Best Poem of Indira Renganathan

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
As Thou asterism Arudhra is on to sign
Conjuring melodies of cooing birds pine
Invoked Margazhi-matins intensify to combine
Intending for anointed ablutions aromatic divine
Wake up o'Lord, wake up

Then it means to be sanguine more
Sacred bathing mounds in variety to pour
Shiva is fresh and feasted to score
Follow now His jaunt of cosmic chore
Prime at Dharukavan blissful, He dances ...

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Goddess Saraswathi

White Herself clad in silvery white
White Herself on a river spiritual white
White Herself mounted on a lily white
White Herself consorted with a swan white
Spotless Saraswathi Her divine might
Denudes mind murky its whimsy thought
Revives nous Her sacral delight
Mood of peace inherited heartful freight
She dwelling mindful like She in vedic elite

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