Biography of Indira Renganathan
Poetry to me is music and a healing therapy for mind and heart. Mine is a homemaker's heart which has scored fairly a lot of experiences in life and which is always passionate about singing not only its joy but also sorrow related to home, society, nature, spirituality and God
'Thus Sings My Heart' as I call it is a compendium of my poems that reflects my heart.
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Indira Renganathan Poems
A Recipe(Uneven Couplet) - The uneven couplet is paired lines of different length rhymed or unrhymed, metered or unmetered.
A Day With The Lord
Wake up o'Lord, it's winter's vernal shine Dawning to be consecrated with mercy Thine Whilst yet a darkling sky's in full moon shine In tardy treads it's pinking too fine
And She's treading on still.. As has been so far
Applauding A Boo
Vegetables on the chopping board Inaugurate a television recital.. I chop chop Recital going on
Stroke of a heartless son Desirably remained an unschooled rascal Plunging ischemic into a father's mind Sweep-swindling all the travail of asset
Vagabond the husband.. Job to job, place to place Loitering in unsteady wandering His own wishful ideology
Wind bursts, orange fire curtains Sweeping the land fueled blazes There, in Arctic and Antartic a disintegrity Cuts of ice, the size of a small country
O' tricky children of the sphere Mass of gasses and vapour dittoing to flare Trickling through my nostrils to swear That my life ever is you compounded air
Thank You Mr.Robert Frost
Thank you Mr.Robert Frost For 'The road not taken' That showed me the route.. But a road many travelled taken
Undone wishes give umbrage.. Worry and wrath on stage Can't afflict umbrage beings stronger To self but gives worry lowly to distress
Mother, words will not suffice. Overwhelmed am I thinking of your face. Tears deep from my heart come up Hiding my eyes from looking you up.
A Visit To Thirupudaimaruthur-(Tirunelve...
My brahminism.. Still holding ascetic austerities Bathed brisk in dark dawn, Prepared food for the day
And in spoonful oil Kitchen is busy frying Mustard and lentils two tablespoons each And chillies hundred grams
Summer droplets sweating on autumn Perspiring brother builds his equinox column Provoked earth invokes southwesterly solemn For humans ever summer they condemn
Art Of Lotus
Murky the heart soilure sad
Impatient the mind tainted
Dark and benighted
Absolving of sins
Meditate and contemplate multiple sittings
Resting like a lotus visioning a lotus
Does bloom a lotus?
Mire the pond muddy the aqua