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!
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
Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon natural moon torn apart and snoozing moon; lovely moon, romantic moon
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:
A Poem About Nothing
1 caution: be warned at the outset this poem is about nothing;
I Am The Outsider
I am the one outside the group outside the circle the one who fell through the holes in the net
This is the complete text of the fun and random series on aspects of punctuation and punctuation marks....
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?
A Friend Like Iago
There was a man who kept his distance but edged closer to make use
The True Owners
Who owns this vast surprising space?
Who is the owner of this land?
Is it me? Or is it you?
Or is it them?
Who owns this continent?
Who owns whom here
and who drives whom?
Who determined what happened before?
Who determines what happens next?