Raj Arumugam


Raj Arumugam Poems

1. The Table 11/5/2008
2. Origin Of Poetry: The Savage Beginnings 11/5/2008
3. Origin Of Poetry: Valmiki 11/5/2008
4. Walking With Vincent: An Imaginary Dialogue With Van Gogh 11/5/2008
5. In Which Corner Does Darling Mei Hide? 11/6/2008
6. Quiet Man Drained 11/6/2008
7. The True Owners 11/6/2008
8. I Depress You, Don'T I? 11/6/2008
9. Two Worlds 11/6/2008
10. The Perfection Of Anonymity 11/6/2008
11. They The Forces, The Furies We Rage Against 11/6/2008
12. The Plants And Trees 11/6/2008
13. They Talk About Him 11/6/2008
14. The Fight 11/6/2008
15. The Creature 11/6/2008
16. The Polite 11/6/2008
17. Depression 11/6/2008
18. Him Again 11/6/2008
19. Change 11/6/2008
20. Migrant Children 11/6/2008
21. Cawing Crows Are Constant Company 11/6/2008
22. The Perils Of Summer 11/6/2008
23. Autumn's Here 11/6/2008
24. More Advice From Bodhisattvas 11/6/2008
25. Home Sweet Home 11/6/2008
26. How Are You? 11/6/2008
27. The Universal Condition 11/6/2008
28. Files And Records 11/6/2008
29. The Migrant As The Weatherman 11/6/2008
30. The Clown 11/6/2008
31. Crow In The Mind 11/6/2008
32. Table-Talk Portrait 11/6/2008
33. Possibilities 11/6/2008
34. Many Gifts 11/7/2008
35. The Unemployed And The Wise Ones 11/7/2008
36. She Was In The Profession 11/7/2008
37. Rage Of The Unemployed 11/7/2008
38. Mr Unknown 11/7/2008
39. Passing The Buck 11/7/2008
40. What Holds Things Together? 11/7/2008
Best Poem of Raj Arumugam

2-Min Iq Test

this popup
jumps up on me
most unexpectedly
with a BOO! and a Hee! Hee! Hee!
(which is what, I guess,
popups do best)


you see,
all I’m doing is minding my own business
punching keys on my keyboard
(which is what idiots like me do best)
and this popup
shows up and says:
Hey bald and sexy –
point that mouse at me and click!
Come, let me show you how low
your IQ really is!



Oh, please - popup,
don’t pop up on me
cos I’ve got a weak heart
and I may just go POOOP!
like a bubble
just like that; ...

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The Table

Beware, the rectangular slab
squares you.

The table is a prison

to take you through
interminable years
hew at rocks, polish the chains,
stare at white walls till

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