Order Out Of Chaos Poem by Ananta Madhavan

A Beautiful Sonnet. Beautiful flow of words...I have no secrets from the mocking peak. Thanks for sharing with us and congrats for this Sonnet being printed in Illustrated Weekly of India.

Aloha Ananta... I took advantage of the prompts here at ph.c and found this beauty of a post whilst surfing around your submissions... The work appears to be ambiguous to the title and then again natural world beauty is the result of preordained chaos... you are very specific in your descriptive elements, I can imagine at what height the view... similar to the backside of Half-Dome... perched on the hood of my k-car touching the stars with the tip of my tongue, or a few steps out the door of my hooch in Harmiliyah... where the night's skies touched the brow of my mind's eye eve after eve... In any fashionable way this post is trick... thanks for your efforts... all of the best from this life, to you, and all of your relations... Michaelw1two.

You are like an artist painting a picture with your wonderful imagery Ananta! You've painted a beautiful picture in my mind with this poem. I can see the chaos as you set it neatly into your poem where it fits perfectly in spite of itself. Great poem, very artistically written, I love it! Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn

You are like an artist painting a picture with your wonderful imagery Ananta! You've painted a beautiful picture in my mind with this poem. I can see the chaos as you set it neatly into your poem where it fits perfectly in spite of itself. Great poem, very artistically written, I love it! Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn

It appears that Mother Nature shared some secrets with you at an early age. And you thanked her with this beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing!

My sincere thanks to poet-critics Bharati Nayak and Vaidyanathan Ram for their recent appreciative comments on my poem, 'Order out of Chaos'. I wrote that verse when I was 24, and now, decades later, I recall the mood and the splendour of the mountain scene, rejoicing in the ways we can share and communicate our thoughts and feelings. A. Madhavan

And I know that I will never smooth scarred and pimpled visage of the earth Nor rearrange the scattered stars - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - I have no secrets from the mocking peak- - Realizing the smallness of mortal human being before the infinite Universe and bowing before Him is what the poet expresses through his finely crafted poem.

The mountain line like a row of aged teeth decaying, superb

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................................ Yes, who are we to facelift the Earth! After all we are just motes in this wide universe and can we disturb its order or set its disorder? ? Here again I feel an echo of the lines in Eliot's poem Alfred Prufock..... 'Do I dare Disturb the Universe'.....(though in a different context!) Great write!