Comfort Poem by Raj Arumugam

There is comfort in being known, comfort in fame;
there's comfort in acceptance, in praise
even while we seem not to hear, seem to be focused,
and there's comfort in work;
there's comfort in charity, comfort in doing good,
there's comfort in our obsessions and perversions
and there's comfort in what we find ourselves in.
But the joy in the unsullied state is only
in the meditation of the true and beautiful.
Om Nama Sivayah.
Now that I am gone
When I was there you did wonder
what a fool I was; you remarked
how naive and impractical I showed
myself in my ways. You looked kindly
down on me and my unrealistic views
and unworkable theories.
When you sit back in your chair
and your probing mind does settle a flickering moment on me
I wonder what you think of me now.
The stranger's life
As quiet as the growth
of the creeper over the fence
goes on my life;
perhaps as stealthily too;
and just as unnoticed.
As unobtrusive as a whiff of cloud
that is blown over, and hides behind a
defined and heavy cloud
and then appears again amongst
a whole host of its kind.



(from The Migrant - notes of a newcomer (February 1997- July 1998))