Narayanan Ramakrishnan

Narayanan Ramakrishnan Poems

I wonder why, we have lot of crows that caw
Instead, why not we had lot of parrots that screatch;
Inplace, we have more to our eyes and add color more.
If that were so, our earth would seem more so green

Jewellery and luxury I abhor and undesire,
For it promotes consumption conspicuous and so unfair
Those who show off, I consider bizzare
To garner for them an importance, of air.

I am a roamer, hoping from tree to tree,
Morning to evening, with friends, all glea;
Fruits and nuts at our beaktip, no need to plea,
Rivers and lanes all below, no worries, care free.

The beauty of your face, still intact;
The curves and the mounds still attract,
The lips, so thin, urge another contact,
The eyes, emitting rays, for a fresh tract.

We marry a girl who is, in no way, our sister
Or a girl marries a boy, in no way, her brother
How come, we call father-in-law and mother-in-law
Or a sister-in law or brother-in-law?

Winner takes it all, everywhere it's the same.
Fame and dame, none to tame.
Dollors and euros, a cup more in his name,
Winner takes it all, all around it's the same.

A great feeling is blankness;
It is for this we strive in its fullness,
Blankness is when we reach the pinnacle
Eyes so closed, everything blanked for seconds.

Thoughts crowding my heart
Of days lost in a trot;
A long way to go; time too short,
That too, very easy to part.

One more day gone, fast and quick
Living cost up a kite, not tick by tick.
Pocket so thin and list too thick,
Vultures all round, to hook and pocket prick.

Brood writ on heart, I set upon the route,
Browsing, in the morn, that I knew the stored rude,
Memories flipped fast, of the days to the root,
Unexpected that happend, nothing but brute.

Returning home, in the evening, bit late
Sipping a cup of coffee, piping hot, in no haste,
Remunating of the ruins of the day, heart cannot but paste,
I sipped dropp by drop, nourishing in full, its taste.

'IN GOD WE TRUST', proclaim a nation mighty,
Here, believers, in full throat, roam the city,
Throng and throw peace to please the deity;
Atheists, all along, too, turn to God by late fifty.

Yesterday was her last day, .
That she begged for alms, gay, all day.
None could say that day,
She would the Queen next day.

Brood abound in heart for the soul departed,
Enroute, sitting by the window and so seated,
Ruminating of the joys and pains we shared,
Throat chocked and heart heavy, I endured.

Man invented religion,
Religion invented God,
All in unison, divided heart
Divided sand.

Hilarity and beauty, are they not cousins?
Both can propel you from brood and pains,
Beauty you can enjoy all alone and within,
Hilarious jokes and anecdotes are for, but, times fine.

Blankness of thoughts drowns me
Brownish drowsiness misses colors, all around
Twigs and dry leaves heaped in feelings plenty
The beauty in new greens and splendor of

Elegance of the eyes are the unspoken word, understood;
Language no bar, brings dithering hearts to move forward

Why I continue to ponder over the past,
Memories very hard to erase fast
Relations and friends are to long last
Both ships, now, trudging in sea vast.

Tommorrow is not just the day, following,
Time flies fast and past the day, gallopping,
Day yields to night and night to day, not, whistling,
Men on this Earth spend day and night, jostling.

Narayanan Ramakrishnan Biography

Trivandrum based. Nothing to say but some quack poetry in bag and rather a poetaster. Expect a critical analysis for this mediocre, for whom his mediocrity appears great. I am not a voracious reader. But voraciously read what voracious readers write. Married, having two teenaged children, myself working in a Pvt. Ltd. Company, based here, dealing in stocks and shares by the name and style of Capstocks and Securities India (Pvt.) ltd. You may please visit to know more about my bread earner. My wife, Lalitha, takes care of household chores and experiments a lot with new recepies and making us her guinea pigs. But she is wins and wins hands down. Cricket, Tennis, Hockey are my favourite games. I have read a lot of articles contributed by Mr.Shashi Tharoor, Mr.Navtej Sarna and Ramachamdra Guha and also avidly read the letters to the editor colomn page of The Hindu. My favorites in this page are Mr.Nallasivam of Tirunelveli, and lately Mr.V.N.Mukundraj of Trivandrum. Narayanan Ramakrishshnan (

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Crow Is A Beautiful Bird

I wonder why, we have lot of crows that caw
Instead, why not we had lot of parrots that screatch;
Inplace, we have more to our eyes and add color more.
If that were so, our earth would seem more so green
and black so less.

But a crow is not such a awful thing and hounded,
For it embodies a heart that well grounded
That alerts its company in times peril
Or the moment it rests its eyes on spoils.
Good or bad they share and never fail

Throaways and carcasses, on our path, they devour
And with ogled eye snatch a snack
To make our tyro split in tears and in
No time parts away, to share the loot.

Parrots are, no doubt, pleasant and decorous
But on throwaways and carcasess, blind eye they turn,
Ripe mangoes and fruits are they after
They more they gulp, the less we have.

Let the nature takes its course;
Let us not propogate one to banish one
A crow, indeed, is a beautiful bird,
That help us to live in a better world.

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