Biography of cyclopseven Ram
cyclopseven Ram Poems
a dream an illusion? a dream
A Baby In The Womb
A baby lay forgotten In the womb of the dead mother; Still breathing the last few breathes The remaining of the mother’s last air.
Friendship Is Not............
Friendship is not a spoken matter to carry words that soothe and hurt leaving traces of bliss and pain.
*alaigalin Attam (Tamil)
in seconds generations disappeared beneath time humanity lies hidden work of the mighty seductress from the sea,
Behind Every Closed Door...
There is behind every closed door of every human conscience silent whispers
A Heaven I Miss
Sweet smell of burnt bushes and baked earth still lingers in the memory though bygone in history am awakened from the slumber’s depth to the musical memory from the past gone by;
birthday a day of remembrance the penance undergone in love for love by the light that shadows us
Help Me *maya
Trudging along the time historic my mind wanders in slumber suicidal veiled in maya I became haywire truth scarcely represent the world I see
A Hopeful Tomorrow
The night wind whisper thousand melodies Consoling me the person concealed beneath The piles of sorrow it carries away from me soothing me in sweet murmurs, giving,
As she releases the hair straight The breeze couldn’t wait to caress And smell Her soft hair.
Don’t Read My Poems, Please
don’t read my poems, please for I never write one to be read in reading the essence is made substance in feeling the substance is made essence.
Graduation Day (July 29,2007)
A day to part Away from scholarly books And mind boggling journals Running words and trawling letters
Within the heart of the universe Life exuberates with joy for the mother to be With both hands she clasped her belly Sensing the kicks of an unborn baby
Fighting breath a daily affair to swallow food a task practiced the child frail in look contorted frame her only house
Oh My Lord
Have i fought my way through
My lord i ask you again and again
Yet hardly a word you have spoken
Signs and wonders how this man here comprehend
A small mind i have, how can i my lord?
Have I fought my way through
My lord I ask you again and again
Yet hardly a touch you have given