Biography of GANESHAN GURU
Ganeshan Guru, born in 1970 at Neyveli, India. He writes in Tamil and English, and is a poet.
He was Editor and Publisher of ULMUGAM Quarterly, a little magazine for Tamil Poetry.
His first Tamil Poetry collection Thulirum Siragu was published in December 1997, with pen name Manoranjan.
His English poems were published in many websites on the internet and Debonair (April 2001) .
He is Editor and Founder of WorldPoetryPress.com
He is Mechanical Engineer by background and Project Engineer by profession. He has travelled to Austria, Slovenia, UAE, Saudi Arabia, Malaysia & Qatar for professional work and for tour.
His email address is email@example.com
GANESHAN GURU Poems
I Know Not…
When I see a blooming flower, When I see a flying butterfly, When I see a smiling child - I feel the miracle of life.
Little Bird On The Wall
Walking with child In the beautiful lawn Gives pleasure like a free bird. When we walked near the
My Dear God
The age, may be eight or nine Two female children Singing a famous Hindi song Using two wooden pieces as music instruments.
I Not Have Done To You
Day by day, Month by month, Year by year, How long it will take?
I Lost My Mind In You
Innocently, I lost my mind in you, now I need it back. When I asked,
I purchased - An orange color fluorescent shirt, It is wrinkle free, glitter shirt. My brother said,
1. What you have in your eyes What you have in your lips What you have in your breast
Inside Of The Battle
You won the battle, Because I lost my blood. You won the battle, Because I lost my dignity.
At the end of the day I have no one to say ‘good night’ I simply turn off my laptop It is almost midnight.
I Am Going To Bed Without You
I am going to bed without you, But with your thoughts! Not only this night Also all past nights,
But I Never Say
Please show your anger politely And say opinion. Whatever it is I can bear and reply
I Know Not…
When I see a blooming flower,
When I see a flying butterfly,
When I see a smiling child -
I feel the miracle of life.
I know not, how to describe it.
When the fresh air kisses me
With numberless lips -