I've always aspired to be a poet but career interests being away from this, this passion remained unaddressed and even forgotten till recently. Now that it has resurfaced, it's an enjoyable pastime - searching for right poem topic, then creating word strings to make verses and finally uploading a poem that pleases my mind and heart. At the end of a two- or three-hour exercise resulting in ... more »
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Padmanabhan Ananth Poems
Oh Nirbhaya, have we lost you in vain? Was it you to blame to just be a woman? That you didn't remain home past setting sun?
He stands there sadly in a street corner Rust eating metal, fading yellow colour Possibly years back quite many He'd have trundled but majestically
My First Blessing
A score of years ago at our home town When your mom's wheeled to labour room Faraway, I entered my new job's interview room I much missed your life's earliest moment!
Poem, Must You Rhyme?
Very many tutors of poem Say poems need not really rhyme They need not have any metre Nor even a basic structure
Do you, of the fine Sunday evening's moment When the nurse, wrapped you in tiny blanket You were just born, the last day of February Your mommy still recovering from delivery?
Shame At Bhiwandi
A radical spoke on religion A politician condemned him And all hell broke loose In the name of God
So do we at all now need a debate truly About this: the humble cup of coffee? May be necessary, may not be obligatory But I'm starting one through this poetry!
That mystery 777 Boeing That flew off KL for Beijing Onboard those 240 dreams
That Joy Ride
By his kind, as a boy, I was so fascinated When I saw men balance and busily ride I'd imagine they're sailing over fluffy cloud Freely wherever, whenever they dreamed!
New Year's Cheer
What's in a New Year's Day, I did wonder? Just another day in the Gregorian calendar? Romans did consecrate, it to the great Janus To face past-n-future, the God's two faces.
Scents at Sunset
There are many of these shrubs around this place Evergreen bushy leaves, seeming ready to embrace But only few months in a year bloom they will
I’ve had this rather pleasant dream A few times in the past in this lifespan:
Whizzing poles made strange wind-tunes Cool gusts from windows glided over my face Coveted seat reserved with effort On journey doze, can't waste even a minute!
The Golden Guest
He came home with me carefully wrapped in my suitcase All the way from Delhi
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Oh Nirbhaya, have we lost you in vain?
Was it you to blame to just be a woman?
That you didn't remain home past setting sun?
All you did was board a Delhi city bus
And then you'd to face six-n-half devils
That were evilly strolling for prey on streets
Why pick on you those evil marauders
To pierce you with their rotted organs
And use on you, gosh, even rusted tools!
They threw you on streets to simply shiver
You begged to passers-by for warmth-n-water
When help finally came, your life was on totter.
Reminds me of a drive on a state ...