Raj Arumugam


Raj Arumugam Poems

1081. Window Of Opportunity 6/30/2010
1082. Wing Pages Of The Butterfly 3/27/2011
1083. Winter Moon, Misty Moon 6/8/2009
1084. Winter Sunset 6/5/2009
1085. Witness To What Presents Itself 5/7/2009
1086. Women Can'T Drive 6/23/2011
1087. Women In Art Corrupt Men 8/9/2011
1088. Women Picking Edible Plants 3/11/2010
1089. Wonder About This Stranger 11/7/2008
1090. Word Of God 9/18/2011
1091. Words On Dusty Surfaces 1/11/2009
1092. Working Again 11/7/2008
1093. Worth Of Our Words 11/30/2008
1094. Would You Lend Some Money To Nasrudin...? 9/7/2011
1095. Writing About Nothing 11/3/2011
1096. Writing Comments: A Tragi-Comic History 4/22/2010
1097. Writing Liberally 12/23/2008
1098. Writing Under The Pine Trees, Wang Meng 12/24/2012
1099. Xanthippe Gives Socrates A Piece Of Her Mind 3/21/2010
1100. Yasala Bird 6/21/2012
1101. Yeah! - We Win! 12/17/2011
1102. Yeah, I'Ve Got Friends Now 2/18/2012
1103. Yes, I Know I’m A Bad Boy 7/17/2009
1104. You Are Gone 4/22/2009
1105. You Are There Moon 5/23/2010
1106. You Can Get Hurt In A Bar 3/10/2012
1107. You Haiku, Baby? 7/7/2009
1108. You See It All As It Is 6/26/2009
1109. You Sent Me Away 11/7/2008
1110. You Talk Fast 11/7/2008
1111. You Witness My Dying 5/23/2010
1112. Young Beauty Crossing A Bridge After Snow 12/22/2011
1113. Young Love 11/9/2008
1114. Your Local Silly Ghost 8/6/2009
1115. You'Ve Got The Wrong Man 11/7/2008
1116. Z Poem 4/7/2012
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; ...

Read the full of 2-Min Iq Test

Quiet Man Drained

It is two a.m. and I wake to the cold
and the silence and the anonymous darkness.
The mind
I am not the thinker
moves from in between states to full awareness
and it grips at my pits so. What is this feeling?
What is this pain and emptiness? It churns the entrails
and takes waves to hit hard against the cave of the head
and the creature living inside has to take all the pain.

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