Ananta Madhavan Poems

1. "Come Weal, come Woe,
My status is quo."

2. Twisted Proverbs
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Though long retired from the grind
Of chores and tasks that bound
The routine of my workday life,
I seek a different way, some change
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I am a water wheel in a stream.
I keep churning as the water flows down.
Nothing in water can distinguish
This or that particle
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In pre-dawn dark I grope my way to the high balcony
And gaze ahead at coconut treetops right ahead,
I like to see the rising sun at play
On the dark green spears of hanging fronds.
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Light and slabs of colour
The street
Furs and shoes and ties
Wet asphalt
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A Dutch thinker, Johan Huizinga, wrote a book, ‘Homo Ludens',
Before the world war began in 1939.
His was a fine intuition, for he saw our species
As players in the game of life;
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Blaise Pascal or a friend of his remarked
That theatre is dangerous because it excites
Emotions in us, which we cannot resolve,
Except by dramatic action. True it may be,
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Whom shall I address but You?
Perhaps a casual reader, here by chance,
But I rejoice. At times I feel the urge
To find a frisson with another mind,
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This morning, before dawn, the sky over Chamundi hill
Was not yet streaked in chromatic strata, the first flush,
Pinkening to orange, reddening to carmine layers. Nobody
Moves along our street five floors below, no car nor motor-bike,
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Though I am not religious,
Ritualistic or pious, I do believe
There must be a Force beyond our ken,
Some Providence, if not an entity we call
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