Biography of Raj Arumugam
...been thinking in the language of poetry and scribbling verse from as early as I can recall of my days...FLASHBACK: born naked in India in 1955...was shipped to Singapore in 1961, well-packaged...sent myself over permanently to Australia in early 1998...FINIS: ...just can't get out of the poetry-mind...
hear my poems in my own voice at youtube:
http: //www.youtube.com/user/rajarumugam1? feature=guide
Raj Arumugam's Works:
* The Song of Wink Star: a happy story for children of all ages
* The bird in the bamboo grove
* The bird in grim land
* A mind for life
and many others at amazon
http: //www.amazon.com/Raj-Arumugam/e/B003NRBDXA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1? _encoding=UTF8&qid=1275268257&sr=1-1
Raj Arumugam Poems
2-Min Iq Test
this popup jumps up on me most unexpectedly with a BOO! and a Hee! Hee! Hee!
A Child Is Born Free Of Mind
a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and screwed into
A Holy Poet
a holy poet is like a holy man: all you need are words and texts stubbornly tied to some creed
A Poem About Nothing
1 caution: be warned at the outset this poem is about nothing;
Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon natural moon torn apart and snoozing moon; lovely moon, romantic moon
This is the complete text of the fun and random series on aspects of punctuation and punctuation marks....
A Comedy Of Errors
ambition and becoming and plans and aspirations and ideals and holy-book dreams and yearning for one after another:
A Strange Night
it was a half moon and the somber sky yawned, with no other lights; and a hunchback-cloud came close
At Dusk, With The Gentle Sun
at dusk, with the gentle sun and the fisher-folk giants of trees casting shadow-nets over the forest clearing, just then
Yes, I Know I’m A Bad Boy
yes, I know I’m a bad boy mothers told their kids: don’t talk to that boy he thinks too much and
Compilation Of Proverbs
Wanderer On The Dirt Track
no, I did not come that way, no, not through all those images you mention or past all those signposts you just detailed; I came through the other perhaps the same
The Tasmanian Devil Wants To Marry The K...
O koala, koala cuddly and so fragile; O sweetheart of all tourists - will you marry me?
Daddy, Daddy, I Can’t Go To School
daddy, daddy, I can’t go to school
I Depress You, Don'T I?
I depress you, don't I?
You are so bubbly, cheerful, smooth with your words,
you make conversation always as easily
as a well-oiled engine hums;
exuberant with a pinch of irritation
in your confidence with sing-song words and links.
In person and on the phone,
you roll your head, use your hands expressively; you laugh,