Ananta Madhavan

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Ananta Madhavan Poems

481. When Things Go Wrong 12/17/2014
482. Old Rhymster's Selfie Epitaph 9/4/2014
483. Park Poem 2/13/2015
484. Abiding Change 3/21/2015
485. Time Sense And The Present Tense 2/28/2015
486. Geneva Lakeside 3/14/2014
487. Tendrils Of Dream 1/22/2014
488. Beneath The Surface 2/4/2014
489. Words For Passing Moments 2/14/2015
490. Beyond Season, Mist Or Mystery 11/28/2014
491. Rain On A Window Pane 8/13/2014
492. Reading A Tough Book 3/28/2015
493. Water Festival, Rangoon,1960 4/2/2014
494. Crossword Puzzle 1/31/2014
495. Fire Hymn 4/30/2014
496. 'Did I Ever Exist? ' 10/30/2014
497. Six Short Verses 12/7/2014
498. Thomas Hardy's Poems 5/10/2014
499. Order Out Of Chaos 2/21/2014

Comments about Ananta Madhavan

  • A. Madhavan (7/19/2018 1:30:00 AM)

    I have been an occasional contributor to PH, and would welcome comments
    from readers who agree with me or dissent. Now in my mid-eighties, I cannot
    retire from the world and its profuse signals - of both assent and dissent; but
    mostly, 'just pass on'. There is no 'aadi', no 'antha'. Existence is the essence
    of the Present Continuous Tense: the Everlasting 'Now'. Enjoy or Endure.. Best.

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  • Nivy Sochi Nivy Sochi (10/5/2017 3:16:00 AM)

    Your energy is uplifting, dear beautiful mind. Carrying everything in style, attentive to details, gracious and considerate, your presence is simply comforting.
    Thanks for being you. A joy to connect...

  • Valsa George Valsa George (10/15/2014 8:17:00 AM)

    I enjoyed the opening stanza.... So realistic! When there is only faint light one feels the rotund chair tops and the hulk of the table while proceeding to the balcony.... The mist covered sky being compared to a white washed canvas is a great image and the hills and trees slowly emerging from cover is beautiful!

    That obscuring veil of mist becomes
    A diaphanous gauze of translucence,
    Asserting hill-crest and hill-rock
    Along my trans-urban horizon.

    A picturesque description of the scenery watched through a diaphanous gauze of mist!

Best Poem of Ananta Madhavan

Order Out Of Chaos

Panting up the slopes
With the wind brewing in the trees,
And the mountain line like a row
Of aged teeth decaying,
And the cold air in hunger
Nibbling at my warmth,
I think of the jagged beauty that disturbs
The neatly ordered boxes of my mind;
And I think of the rich irrelevance around me,
And I know that I will never smooth
The scarred and pimpled visage of the earth,
Nor rearrange the scattered stars
In jewelled patterns.
I have no secrets from the mocking peak.

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Nature Lies

Moth on bark or parakeet on bough,
Seeming other than they are,
Teach us that nature loves deceit;
Yet priggish man exalts the truth,
Being then most seeming in his
Moral camouflage.

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