Biography of Raj Arumugam
...been thinking in the language of poetry and scribbling verse from as early as I can recall of my days...FLASHBACK: born naked in India in 1955...was shipped to Singapore in 1961, well-packaged...sent myself over permanently to Australia in early 1998...FINIS: ...just can't get out of the poetry-mind...
hear my poems in my own voice at youtube:
http: //www.youtube.com/user/rajarumugam1? feature=guide
Raj Arumugam's Works:
* The Song of Wink Star: a happy story for children of all ages
* The bird in the bamboo grove
* The bird in grim land
* A mind for life
and many others at amazon
http: //www.amazon.com/Raj-Arumugam/e/B003NRBDXA/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1? _encoding=UTF8&qid=1275268257&sr=1-1
Raj Arumugam Poems
2-Min Iq Test
this popup jumps up on me most unexpectedly with a BOO! and a Hee! Hee! Hee!
Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon natural moon torn apart and snoozing moon; lovely moon, romantic moon
A Child Is Born Free Of Mind
a child is born free of mind but is hardened into thought and by the time one dies most are fixed and screwed into
A Poem About Nothing
1 caution: be warned at the outset this poem is about nothing;
A Holy Poet
a holy poet is like a holy man: all you need are words and texts stubbornly tied to some creed
A Comedy Of Errors
ambition and becoming and plans and aspirations and ideals and holy-book dreams and yearning for one after another:
I Am The Outsider
I am the one outside the group outside the circle the one who fell through the holes in the net
Yes, I Know I’m A Bad Boy
yes, I know I’m a bad boy mothers told their kids: don’t talk to that boy he thinks too much and
A Strange Night
it was a half moon and the somber sky yawned, with no other lights; and a hunchback-cloud came close
At Dusk, With The Gentle Sun
at dusk, with the gentle sun and the fisher-folk giants of trees casting shadow-nets over the forest clearing, just then
Daddy, Daddy, I Can’t Go To School
daddy, daddy, I can’t go to school
Wanderer On The Dirt Track
no, I did not come that way, no, not through all those images you mention or past all those signposts you just detailed; I came through the other perhaps the same
The Tasmanian Devil Wants To Marry The K...
O koala, koala cuddly and so fragile; O sweetheart of all tourists - will you marry me?
Please Leave Me Alone
please leave me alone I don’t want to think; please leave me alone I ‘m happy to be a slave
Quiet Man Drained
It is two a.m. and I wake to the cold
and the silence and the anonymous darkness.
I am not the thinker
moves from in between states to full awareness
and it grips at my pits so. What is this feeling?
What is this pain and emptiness? It churns the entrails
and takes waves to hit hard against the cave of the head
and the creature living inside has to take all the pain.