Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan
Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan Poems
Life exists in my dream world,
Built beside water world;
Around and around to twirl,
Placed fine candle cones on curls;
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The beautiful pair of eyes,
Sparkling and rise;
Seldom laughs but cries,
Holds love of the beloved high;
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Real Estate
Missing all the tall trees along the roadside,
With no sign of free ride;
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My dreams of fulfillment
Accomplished with resilient,
With blazing stars of brilliant
Like a joyful Brazilian
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The path that I choose to travel
Was tough, hard yet marvel
Pit pots with less of pebbles and more of gravels,
In the journey of life,
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Life is not a straight road,
Neither a pleasant abode,
It's topsy - turvy curve make,
The journey of life agreeable.
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I enthralled seeing a little one
Sitting on a swing,
Tied in the midst of the threshold,
With scary laugh and cry
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Cold and stormy nights,
Open the doors of my plight;
That I buried underneath.
And decked with a wreath;
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My Journey on this long road,
Sure to lead to the destination;
That I began with least hesitation,
To explore the world of mankind;
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Caught in midst of lines and dots;
Try to connect the dots a lot,
That leads to path of purity of thoughts;
Lay on the either sides' nightspots and sunspots.
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A worm asked to be full flegded worm,
A bird asked to be a full fledged bird,
A tree asked to be a full fledged tree,
But none asked the human to be a full-fledged human….
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O' Science of stillness
Filled the world with illness;
With a hope to clear the darkness,
In the wild midst of madness.
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Hands crave to carve,
Legs crave to walk long to serve;
My body reluctant to move;
Mind constant to prove,
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I look at myself in you,
Sometimes, you make me look good,
Sometimes dull,
When I come upon hell,
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Years ago, I saw most of them carrying a bright yellow colour cloth bag,
Yellow bag for buying vegetables and fruits,
Yellow bag for carrying tiffin and lunch box,
Yellow bag my grandpa's best companion,
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I sat around most of the time,
Right from childhood to college time;
Passed by days and nights,
When no one around to see my plight;
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Emptiness within,
Need for feelings to fill in;
Long for those stretched arms,
That never harms.
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Lonely in the night,
Looking at my plight,
Confused with what is wrong,
And what is right.
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I asked mom,
What is a Bomb?
She smiled and held my palm;
Looked worried; still with a calm;
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Is it tempestuous moments spend together or,
Is it exchange of hugs and kisses, or
Is it meaningful nights spend rolling on, or
Is it the hot and violent gestures temptation, or
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Sphoorthi Padmini Rangarajan Biography
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In My Sand Fortress
Life exists in my dream world,
Built beside water world;
Around and around to twirl,
Placed fine candle cones on curls;
In my Sand Fortress!
On a bright full moon day,
Awaiting for my love to come and play;
In my garden of flowers spread all the way,
The gentle breeze of aromatic spray;
Welcomes my love for a long stay,
In my Sand Fortress! !
Table and chairs of sand,
White lacy curls adore the edges of strands;
Tea pots brewing hot with cinnamon grind
And smoky snacks made with dirty hand;
In middle the tall bunch of flower stands,
In my Sand Fortress! ! !
Dressed in purple floral gown,
The gather flares flowing down;
My silky hair tresses of brown,
On either shoulders with curls on;
Soft lips and rosy cheeks colouring lawn,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! !
Bright moon sets in the middle of the sky,
Clear clouds pass and fly;
To walk holding hands and staring eyes,
To have you my love on rosy bed to arise;
Lips say and ears long to hear fond reply,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! ! !
Envying moon moving east,
Morning bells welcoming priests;
Chirping birds calls for aid at least,
Violent waves hit the fortress like a beast;
Wild fowl cry in the air increased,
In my Sand Fortress! ! ! ! ! !
My sand fortresses smashed and splatter,
Divine love feast scatter;
To my love my love is just a matter,
Who longs for a fresh new flower like a wild catcher;
Lay beside a thorny snatcher,
My love bleeds with every scratcher;
Yet long to rebuild the sand fortress,
To repaint my love with loving portraits;
On smashed Sand Fortress! ! ! ! ! ! !
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2/3/2026 10:15:24 PM # 1.0.0
Loved the poem Met in the meadows and lost in mist very much. It touched and kindled my life