Biography of RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL
I am an amatuer poet trying to write to contribute with whatever I can, to Poetry reading and writing, which has taken a backbench in the history of Literature, nowadays.
I was born in the State of Kerala, (in India) which is called 'God's own country' is lusciously green with Rivers, Backwaters, waterways, bays, lakes, temple tanks, mountains and hills.
I graduated from Osmania University, Hyderabad, in the state of Andhra Pradesh.
I worked for a Goverment Petroleum Company for 26 years as a an exec. and am retired.
I stay in Chennai, Tamil Nadu State, India.
I am married with a daughter who studies in Manchester, My wife does all the work for me.
RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL's Works:
RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL Poems
Food, Oh Food!
I have been chasing that truck, For 2kms, now and I will be dead For the morsel the world cannot reach me, Or the gods that cant make in my soil.
Make Love With A Dog...Canine Love....
A three decades ago, A very beautiful sexy damsel, Kept an alsatian as a pet, For her safe sexy needs,
School Boys' Secret Talks.
They spoke of love And letters of love Exchanged or given one way, To the girls school's girls,
Asoka, The Great Emperor.
He inherited a small empire, Through valour and bloody Wars he made a huge empire Through the years of
The neem tree stood tal, And spread out wide, Dark green all over, Giving shelter to passersby,
Tipu Sultan -Tiger Of Mysore.
He was like a tiger tearing Apart his enemies and the Arrays of British, defeated Many a king who took sides
Pet Dogs (Couplet)
Pet dogs are like wet skin with only onw difference, Wetness, moisture leaves the skin, Pet dogs never leave.
F O L K D A N C E
The street was lighted, With lighted bulbs in hand, the group moved along With singers, at the back
The field filled with a quarter Of water, which stayed still, Full of life, bugs crawling On the leaves of paddy plants,
Sometime ago In a graveyard, Some bones From the coffins
Being in Paris for over Thirty years, he taught French to younsters At sixty five, reminscing
He pushe a cart, On four cycle wheels, Filled with fruits, Shouting loudly,
Fear is something that does not wear out, Even if the sown on the filed of fertile minds.
Blue Eyes (Couplet)
They were as deep as a blue ocean, With so much hidden underneath, but not seen from surface.
Under the huge mango tree,
Some thrty feet in hight,
In my house of chilood time,
I threw stones at the mangoes,
And she felled one promptly,
Into my gaping mouth.
I had ahell of time taking it out,
Since it was tightely embeded,
Which I felt her anger at