Quatrain #17

I was told to go with the flowWith no time to ponder or planIn a world too fast than slowI took the baton and ran. - © Surya Ramachandran

Prayer for a New Year

I sincerely pray Come what may Let the virtues stay The vice must not prey On the goodness that remain In the world rotting away Broken by many a pain Even if there's a single ray Of hope, love and profound bliss Persisting through times tumultuous Let it pierce the darkness and kiss The enduring...

The Crown

Crown of mighty tree reaching the skyAdorning the vast expanse aboveGlorious artwork of lush green and blueInterwoven fabric, the Sun peeping throughA pretty sight to stop by and beholdPondering what the foliage seeks to holdDoes it wish to touch the heavens?And maybe meet the stars beyond too?Or is it seeking to merely decorateWhile bathing in...

Who might be stronger ?

Tell me, I wonder who might be stronger? The solid, reticent rock that stays Even when slowly eroded by wind and river Or the grass that in every breeze sways But remains firm to ground in storms That mercilessly uproot giant trees..? Strength comes in surprising forms In silence, voice and will to just be....

A Poet

A poet is a soul with mind torn Contemplating right and wrong Heart as soft as a feather Yet shouldering burdens of another Mind as percipient as an owl Tuned in to a whisper or howl Ever so pensive and empathetic A wandering, romantic ascetic. -©Surya Ramachandran Hello, How have you been? I haven't written...

Reflection on a Rainy Day

The dark, rumbling skyAir heavy, harder to flyBreeze singing lullabyThe downpour awaiting, shy. I look beyond and aboveAdmiring the heaven's loveAs the clouds begin to cryThe downpour arrives with a sigh. Here comes the pitter-patterExpelling silence, the only chatterThe earth rejoices in the rainShedding its many a pain What's prettier, I wonderThe sky reverberating with...

Quatrain #16

Passion The root of your determinationThe station of your inspirationDriving you to content perspirationPlunging into a sea of exhilaration. -©Surya Ramachandran

The Liberation

I remember, as if yesterday,When I met her on my birthdayPerched upon a tiny treeWithin a cage, very pretty,A parrot that would soon beMy friend for eternity. A gift she was, once a mere objectA blessing she became, a precious subjectI raised her like my bundle of joyShe was beyond just a living toy,A pal...

My Mother

My Lord sent me to my mother And not to any other For he knew she is the one wise Enough to perceive and recognize My worth, my feelings and mind And mold me into one of a kind. While Nature gave me eyes for sight My mother gifted me the rare insight To understand...

Her

They saw her as a naive young girl A sheltered, frail and pretty pearl Who knew nothing of pain and sorrow They thought she couldn't bear The labor of life that is to follow Yet, more than anyone, she was aware Of the troughs that follow the crests Even with rose-colored glasses She could see...