Ananta Madhavan

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  • '''All truths are partial and the last, the most.'''
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  • '''Today is the Tomorrow of Yesterday
    And the Yesterday of Tomorrow'.''
    A. Madhavan,21 June,2014, musing on the Relativity of Time and the futility of his trying to understand the equations of Einstein.
  • '''It is not we who catch up with age;
    It is old age that catches up with us',
    As the over-taker said to the undertaker.''
    A. Madhavan,8 April,2013
  • ''A Zen Quibble.

    There is no point in this Zen story.
    That is the point.''
    A. Madhavan
  • 'I am securely anchored to a grooved
    Orbit of days and seasons; I shall hold
    Fast to my functions, my place in the sun,
    Observer, object, subject, substitute Poem by A. Madhavan, entitled 'Axle', published by Writer's Workshop, Calcutta, India in 1971.
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  • Gold Star - 24,927 Points Valsa George (10/15/2014 8:17:00 AM)

    I enjoyed the opening stanza.... So realistic! When there is only faint light one feels the rotund chair tops and the hulk of the table while proceeding to the balcony.... The mist covered sky being compared to a white washed canvas is a great image and the hills and trees slowly emerging from cover is beautiful!

    That obscuring veil of mist becomes
    A diaphanous gauze of translucence,
    Asserting hill-crest and hill-rock
    Along my trans-urban horizon.

    A picturesque description of the scenery watched through a diaphanous gauze of mist!

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Best Poem of Ananta Madhavan

Order Out Of Chaos

Panting up the slopes
With the wind brewing in the trees,
And the mountain line like a row
Of aged teeth decaying,
And the cold air in hunger
Nibbling at my warmth,
I think of the jagged beauty that disturbs
The neatly ordered boxes of my mind;
And 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.
I have no secrets from the mocking peak.

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