INNER ENGINEERING

INNER ENGINEERING

INNER ENGINEERING

Wandered everywhere searching for myself.
found me very much a nowhere man…
Every time I tried to dwell into my inner shelf
read only a few chapters of my muted self..
I abandoned me often, leaving other chapters unread,
none could help me scan my spread …
Intense meditation began to link the thread;
Moved through inaccessible inner cavern
almost experienced a deadening of sense…
Could see light from my inner eye rising from the urn
grip and hear my inner voice hone –
‘you got to take The long journey alone
fathom strengths lying deep within your throne’…
Seeds for journey of reading me just sown….

Ravi.S.Ranganathan… 18.09.2015

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MY REALM

MY REALM

MY REALM

My realm is a square room
I evolve before I become realm less…
Evolve along my loneliness
as it eats up and melts;
I see the mirror and resurrect
in ruminated reflections…
Screaming in memory’s myopic pains
my brain bleeds…
My eerie eyes pop out
as my muse the vast sky measures;
clouds need a kneading
to roughen the soaring of my feathers.
My spirit this renunciation treasures…
Why should I reach the outer space
when I have your centrifugal grace
in the realm of my square room…

Ravi.S.Ranganathan… 15.09.15

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Ode To Childhood

Ode To Childhood

Ode to childhood

At sixties now,
I still cling to childhood…
Not that I have not grown;
more I grow more reminiscences
of childhood glow.
I willingly allow me this breather.
It helps me be me.

To relive the values taught
Unburden the usurious knot ,
any better elixir to purge the stain
than frequent journeys down memory lane
for childhood scan ? …

How true the great poet
who felt the deep refrain
‘Child is the father of Man’…

Ravi.S.Ranganathan. 27.8.15

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WEAVE A WEB OF PEACE

WEAVE A WEB OF PEACE

I opened my wide window
and threw out a basket full of balloons,
some soared and swooned
some went high
some really higher in fame
before they burst one by one
to end their sprightly game…

I opened my wide window
and threw a basket full of balls,
some shot up like a flyer
some went high, some really higher
gaining in girth
before they gravitated to earth
to end their mirthful play…

I opened my wide window
and threw out a basket full of poems;
They flew, some high, some really higher..
Now open sky will take care
words will share worldwide
wholesome thoughts will dance
and weave a web of peace…

Ravi.S.Ranganathan….. 20.08.15

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BLISS IN THE AIR I BREATHED

BLISS IN THE AIR I BREATHED

BLISS IN THE AIR I BREATHED
(Lines written when I went to an Ashram in Mysore recently for a spiritual retreat)

Amidst Monks in ochre robes
practising spirituality…
Ethereal stillness in the air.
Silence sometimes
is not much more eerie than sound
in this island of peace
where sylvan sanctuary sets the tune…
Where people hitherto confined
to vile fooleries of the world
and wasted by the malady of its cravings;
On the tearing throes
of flux and reflux of fortunes
beset by whales of delusion
spreading fumes of impatience
find for themselves an abode of stillness
where wings of spiritual winds
soar on the higher horizon
to obviate the vast lonesomeness…
May be as little as a drop of water
on the stalk of a straw,
or a drop of this decoction of Bliss
Engulfs my whole being…..

Ravi.S.Ranganathan….. 17.8.15

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