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
A Soldier's Wife.
She was married to a soldier, Who left for the camp, A month after holidays, Word coming of war in siachen
Marriages Are Made In Heaven
Marriages like the registry Are made in heaven, With the relatives, friends Making earthly arrangements
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.
She lived alone with her Most precious treasure, A daughter, left by her Beloved who changed her
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,
it does not take any thing hard to be kind in action, But a gesture once in awhile, which make our heart so endearing.
Tears Of Allah
Somewhere in Africa, Or middle east there is A lake, that has pure water Called 'Tears of Alla'
The neem tree stood tal, And spread out wide, Dark green all over, Giving shelter to passersby,
Air, Oh! Air! !
You are so gentle And life giver, without you, None, even the plants, flowers, Friuts, and animals can survive,
It was like a snake Which gripped it's prey, Trying to swallow it alive, The pain in the mind
All Is Fair In Love And Love
Man, woman, we should Love all all the time, Instead of mouthing, Hate nothings which
Iwas always waitng, waiting for dinner to be served waiting for my daughter to out, Waiting for the servicing of the car,
Pakistan, Pakistan, howw did You get to be like this! Painful is thy condition, With no freedom for your
School Boys' Secret Talks.
They spoke of love And letters of love Exchanged or given one way, To the girls school's girls,
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