THE DREAMER

THE SUICIDE NOTE

2009-12-13T12:33:00.001-08:00

Again an unedited crude poem which I, quite frankly, have no intention of editing any time soon.... not a good investment of time you see....

THE SUICIDE NOTE

The fire within me,

burns me whole.

Spares not my body.

Spares not my soul.

I know it'll kill me.

And death I shan't refuse.

nothing have I won,

and nothing's left to lose.

As i close my eyes,

to open never again,

I whisper your name,

though be it in vain.

grieve my death

and forget me not,

For now i live,

only as a thought....

THE ONE AM WORKING ON RIGHT NOW

2009-12-13T12:26:00.000-08:00

i've (quite recently) started working on this new poem named (unofficially) "The Road". its a poem on the journey of life. I've just started with it.. but here are the first four line (at least for now the first four lines... i normally rearrange them once i am done)

Who knows what lies beyond this bend,

or even whether we'll get through.

For roads never end,

only journeys do.

now this is what i call a crude verse... a lot of work goes into it before it turns into anything even closely resembling a poem....

THE WANDERER

2009-12-13T11:59:00.000-08:00

I am posting after a long time... I wrote this one about an hour ago from the first line to the last one in one stretch... i was experimenting with a new style.... one in which the emotions have a more prominent role to play than the rules of poetry like metering and syllabic perfection ... anyway here it is...

THE WANDERER

I walk down the street,

but I don't know where to.

Never crossing those lines,

I'd never dare to.

I wander,

am lost.

And I ponder,

at what cost.

I fear the darkness,

am afraid of the light.

I fear the day,

am afraid of the night.

I close my eyes,

just to go blind.

I dare not look back,

to what I've left behind.

I wander,

am lost.

And I ponder,

at what cost.

all that I loved

is all that I want.

All that I need

is all that I've sought.

I've lost it all,

and I am losing still.

I wander,

am lost.

And I ponder,

at what cost.

Light your fire

and show me the way.

The woods are dark,

be it night or be it day.

I've faith in your flames,

for, guide me, they will.

And till you see my wandering soul,

keep that fire burning still.

For I wander,

am lost.

And I ponder,

at what cost.

I wander,

am lost.

I wander,

am lost......

2009-02-23T23:35:00.001-08:00

This one I shall proudly call my masterpiece . It took me a year and a half to complete. It took me so long because every time i decided to work on this one the sheer size would scare me to the point that i began to conveniently avoid its completion . A year after i wrote the first line, I had only finished the first stanza but in the last few months i upped my pace to the point that i wrote the last three stanzas the same night. it has 64 lines : 8 lines per stanza and 8 stanza .The rhyme scheme is aabbcdcd.
The poem can be understood at different levels. For some it may be just a simple story while for those who wish to delve deeper ,it shall mean a lot more.....

THE POET AND THE CHILD

For years, under the great elm tree

I penned the pain and sorrow witin me.

pages after pages, book after book

ages after ages, filling up the eternity it took.

A thousand books I had written.

A thousand more I could write.

Outside a thousand suns had risen,

but within me it was still night

Then one day came a child

Looking at my ragged face he smiled,

a smile full of mirth and glee.

but only a frail smile he saw on me.

Asked he in a curious tone

"Who are thee under the great elm?"

With a glint me eyes shone.

said i "A poet from another realm"

He said with curiosity anew

"Recite me a poem I've never listened to

of aged trees draped in moss

witness to all that is and all that was

or of a tender shoot in it's first morn

lost in the warmth of the heavenly light."

I shuddered at the mere thought of dawn

for, said i, "I am a poet of the night"

Said he, "If indeed thee be a poet of the night

shall you not sing of the moon so white?

Or of sleeping birds on sleepin trees?

or the whispering words of the soothing breeze?

Of this cradle of morrow,

the night cleansened by the rain"

said I "oh child all I see in this world is sorrow

and all I feelin this world is pain"

I continued in my sorrowed voice

"how am i to rejoice?

The goodness is just mortally pure,

while the bad for an eternity endure.

If the spring is to wilt in the summer heat

and the autumn is to shiver in the winter cold,

isn't beauty but a momentary deceit,

if the glaring truth be told?"

Spoke the child with a frown

"But isn't the summer, by the autumn, mellowed down?

And spring, after a winter, a hope reborn?"

These words felt like the light of morn.

"Oh! old poet, gray and wise,

what poet are thee?

If blinded by your own lies,

the truth thee fail to see!

Look at that ageing tree for the beauty you seek

with dying roots and branches weak.

Yet every spring, on it , flowers bloom

and till autunm it mellows the winter's gloom.

To see joy in the world we are in,

we should be like that aged tree, my friend:

even if pained and sorrowed within

spread joy and hope, we should, till our end"

Blinded was I by His Heavenly Light.

And when it faded, alas, He was nowhere in sight.

And my tattered book with letters faint,

was now a book, virgin and unstained.

And i wrote on the trees, the birds and the mild breeze

for they all filled me with an unknown mirth

The beauty an infant, in his mother, sees

I saw, for this was my rebirth

-Ranjith

2008-12-01T04:22:00.000-08:00

An ode is a kind of poetry where rhyme and rhythm play an integral role and contribute to the flow of the whole poem.An ode also has a complicated stanza structure with the same pattern repeating which gives it a poetic rhythm.
The following poem is an attempt at a rather simple ode .

AN ODE TO LOVE
That glisten in your eyes
as i listen to your lies
that magic in your smile
that benumbs me for a while.

you are the girl i missed
the girl i knew
my midnight mist
my morning dew

is it me?is it you?is it love?
could it be?is it true?but how?

how it feels i know now
head over heels in love
if greed it be then let it be so
the need in me i've let it show

how am i
to let you go
i should die
if be it so

is it you?is it me?is it love?
i knew you couldn't see...but now?

the path is clear for the morning's bright
why do you fear the morning light?
take my hand for together we'll walk
be it on silky sand or a withering rock

you are my day
my blinding light
oh glistening ray
of snow so white

is it me?is it you? is it love?
It is me , it is true, my love

2008-11-04T02:56:00.000-08:00

Not all that i write ends up into a full blown poetry. For any writer knows that there are only two types of works : unfinished and unending.
And no matter how hard you try you can never finish all of the works that you have started.
Some of my unfinished works I shall post in my blog just because I have stopped working on them and I've lost all hope on ever completing them
This one I wished to be the last stanza of one of my poems on the hopelessness of loving someone way beyond our league

For now I know Its wrong to love
Its wrong to dream
Its wrong to reach for the stars above

however near they may seem

The one below again has the same theme

Why should I still love you?
when all hopes are lost
And the last drop of dew
has long changed to frost

but then I don't think am ever gonna complete these in my life because I don't fell the emotions in these lines anymore
There are many more like these strewn all around my house and I'll post them all one day . And then this shall be their final resting place

2008-10-20T01:20:00.000-07:00

Our class went on a tour recently and as a part of that tour we happened to go to Pondicherry . Its been a long time since I've been to a beach and so the experience was refreshing and in a strange way nostalgic to me. The waves out there were really strong or to be more precise overpowering and overwhelming. This inspired me to write a poem. The words of a sad heart are the base of this one . I wrote this poem at around 3 in the morning when everybody else in the bus was asleep and I was the only one wide awake. It took me about 15 minutes to finish it and then i slept solidly for a few hours before reaching Hogennekal

THE KINDNESS OF THE SEA
...
Oh boundless sea!
why forsake me?
Take me,
on your eternal waves.
Take me,
to your deepest graves.
Lost,never to be found.
Gone, without a sound
For I am long forgotten
and my soul is rotten.
So steal my body,
release my soul.
Return back
only what you stole.
My death, now ,is near.
For I feel the fear
Take me into thy immortal tide,
but tell me not when I've died.
Then in the rain,
'mid gulls and stones
naught shall remain,
but skull and bones.
And in the soothing breeze,
my soul shall rise above
Lo! kind , alas , is sea's
unending undying love

2008-10-12T07:57:00.000-07:00

I am right now busy on my new work called "The Elements" .The first two are posted below.The theme is the unchanged and unchangeable nature of the elements. The poems are only six lines because the theme demands simplicity

WATER

Tears of a greedy cloud

pouring down, lashing loud.

Arrows of the heavenly quivers

raging seas and swollen rivers.

Unchanged are thee be it holy water clear

or from a sorrowed eye ,a glistening tear

...........

FIRE

Fumig grey and flaming red

in you burn the soulless dead

far your flickering eyes can see

afraid of you the untamed flee

be it the humble hearth or the royal pyre

you are unchanged and immortal oh fire!

2008-10-12T07:22:00.000-07:00

hi my name is Ranjith. I like to write poems , but am not a poet, I know this sounds confusing if not outright idiotic . But.........that's the way I am! I shall not just type in my work like people normally do. Because that's not what poetry is all about. Its more about the emotions than the rhyming lines.

The first poem I choose to post here is a simple sonnet (please correct me if I am wrong in using that word) and is about the innocent and blinding emotion called love as a lover sees it . The last four lines are my personal favourites in this one.

The Song Of My Heart

Give me the spark

and i shall ignite

and in the dark

i shall be your Light.

...

I shall wipe the drop of tear,

that moistens your warm cheeks

and cherish every moment you are near

and every word your heart speaks.

...

Is it me? Is it you? Is it love?

I shall not say for now.

for its not mine to spare,

nor yours to give,

but ours to share,

and ours to believe

-Ranjith