Raj Arumugam Poems

the clouds hang over the mountains
the mist over the trees
and our huts are hidden in the moving fog
that stretches over our seclusion
...

Mr Upright
Or Ms, as the case might be
Hello Mr Clean
...

she brought light
into the room
life came in
as she walked in
...

spread it on thick
on my bread and biscuit
lots of peanut butter
twice as thick
...

Ah, the saints and the holy men
and the followers and the Holy Books
Ah, the wise men and those with deep insight
and those who are able to penetrate inner wisdom
...

six blind elephants
disagreed over what a human is;
and they concluded
they'd have a direct experience
...

the would-be monk
(fervent, eager, so into-it)
came knocking at the
Buddhist monastery
...

the Wise Man is followed
by many, from near and from afar;
and see, the Wise Man stops now
at the dumplings store
...

Having defied gravity
(not me personally
but by proxy
namely through
...

the four monks are out in the open
meditating;
the prayer flags are flapping
...