Indira Renganathan


Peculiar Is My.. - Poem by Indira Renganathan

Peculiar is my mind
As of a opinion here..

Those squirrels percuss
When in solo each
My heart stretches its ears..
Cannot profess notating
Nor can syllable the screeches
Those captivating tones
Enchanting in variable meters
Sounding in chiseling stony tone..
When I opine of it so..
'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here

I like their rhythmicity..
Their tala patterns
Permutated to different sets
Screechings one, two, three
Combined with five, seven, nine
There goes a percussion concert
In congregational bands all around
Those squirrels rock tree to tree
Irresistable my admiration comments
'Have they morsing(jews harp) in their mouths'

'Peculiar is my mind'
As of a opinion here


Comments about Peculiar Is My.. by Indira Renganathan

  • (12/26/2009 8:21:00 AM)


    Poetic. Repetition gave life to this write. Eloquently crafted. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/26/2009 7:27:00 AM)


    The beauty lies in its peculiarity... It stands out to be noticed...one need not search for it! (Report) Reply

  • (12/25/2009 10:05:00 AM)


    there is a lot of music in this poem..a natural one...furry..screetchy..lovely sqirrels...the deers, butterfly and sqirrel fall into a friendly category...man is not terrified of them...i see a very active mind here mam..hearing gods music all around (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 25, 2009

Poem Edited: Friday, December 25, 2009


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