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The horoscope

It is a creation of convention, Set, fixed and fizzled, I am at the lowest dimension, Cut, grooved and toppled, I must lead a life of dope, Pointed out by horoscope. It is a pointed preclusion, Snubbing my determination, It is inert, stagnant For my spirit buoyant, When horoscope lets me down, Mind in me soars up, Emerging into an outer orbit, I get into a useful habit, I reside in my soul, Which...

Back-drift

A shot at the remote spot, Humans in numbers dot, Early hour job, irregular trains, Time in travel lost in refrain, My intellect wanted ground, University valid, in city found, Charming intellectual crease was learning, In effort would grease my intellect doping, But the place was slow and remote, No internet learning to promote, Talking on phone, filling of forms, University had number of norms...

Video of the poem ‘Golden godie’

Hello! Wishing you a wonderful day. Here I am, presenting a poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’ The title of the poem is ‘Golden Godie’ I saw you at a place, And felt in you the grace, Relic of an excavation, I got into communication, I was a delightful bliss, My heart surged on to kiss Death, to reach you, But you reverted me back, On to life’s rebuttal track...

Gold

I stammer to falter in chain, Breathlessness batters my veins, In dispute, I do not have the strength Of a mind which maintains stealth, In me silent wisdom is the sight, When I cannot prove right, I choose the way bright, When I do not understand, I probe myself and the globe. People set their cacophonic spree, But I read music in it free, Mined by the seeker’s probe, Are wisdom and...

life kinetic

Life had kept me in darkness, My health has been a weakness, The spiral net of worms, Was close to a net of germs, I craved for free breath, Bronchitis kept me in depth Of depression and regression. One herb gave me a resurrection, Stirred up the cause of bronchitis, Which ruined my wellness, My mind, squirmy and wormy, My desires, buried eternally, Growth, stunted and weak, Deterred capacity to...

cardinal business

It has a cardinal nexus, Buyers do not brace flexes, It is hundred percent cotton, Buyers are subtly beaten, Truth in business is wanting, More cotton in clothes lacking.

In vogue is a famous brand, People in stores all stand, Buyers are under the spell, Have no mind to yell, Cheating is almost the cardinal, Of a cheater in busy land.

A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’

Video of a poem ‘Spiralling self’

Hello! Happy winter season. Here is a video of a short poem. The poem is ‘Spiralling Self’ I am a spiral, A spiritual core center, It’s edge is a digressing world, The gross extends into a faint, Poetry is the fringe, Music is its hint, Growing into intuition, Out of the material lather, I travel into adventure, To see the curvature, Of time’s changing signature. Thank you...

commercial glamour

Advertisement must sell, If it has glamour as well, The commodity has the look, Which can even be the book, Of stately ravishing desires, Of racy damsels sparsely attired, Her lips are suggestive, Of a world progressive, A conglomeration of feasting colors, Palatable taste of luring chocolates, Creams, crunches and cakes, Hosting desires voracious, With a pinch of passion sumptuous, Senses...

a formidable treat

My country is nice, It has plenty of spice, Of languages, races and religions, Of varied life and vegetation, Dishes are so many to make, A lifetime is less for its sake, Costumes are so many, I don’t like to miss any. A place for yoga and meditation, Cannot be dismissed as fascination, A colorful country fosters A world of many cultures, It is one string that binds, All kinds of spiritual...

soldiers

The brave soldiers run, To face battle of guns, Young, strong and truthful, To the duty they are zestful, They die for our victory, Not as some say for salary.

Rugged mountains, rolling stones, Ghastly wind, tough snow, Breathless breath, icy steps, Countless tests, timeless woe, Sleepless nights, stomach empty, With full connect, pouch victory.

A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’

Usha Raman