Misty mornings are happy happenings

Today’s featured poet is Ravi Ranganathan.

Despite a great lover of poetry had to take Banking for a career. Used to write free verses in his youth. Some of his earlier poems were published in the English monthly magazine “The Mirror”, Monthly Magazine ‘Caravan” and Sunday editions of Deccan Chronicle from Hyderabad. He was in the editorial Team of College Magazine “Torch” released by Nizam College, Hyderabad.

A late bloomer, he took to serious poetry writing only after his retirement from service in 2012, but the bloom is rich and hue some, with varied colours as his muse frequently takes fancied detours.

He has won the ‘best romantic poet’ award in the competition conducted by “Wings of Poesy” Poetry Page. His Poem was highly commended in the poetry competition for the 5^th Rabindranath Tagore Award – an International competition conducted by “ Poiesisonline.com”. And Sahitya Gaurav award by Literati Cosmos Society, Mathura and Master of Creative Impulse award by Philosophyque Poetica. He has contributed to many anthologies of poetry and has been the winner in many competitions.

He revels in writing and his thought provoking short poems called ‘ Myku’.

He Loves to write on nature, Life and human mind.

He has three books to his credit with a collection of his own poems entitled 1)  Lyrics of Life by Xpress publications

2) Blade of Green grass

3) Of Cloudless Climes, both by Authorspress.

He lives a contented life in Chennai, happy with himself and his Muse.

Poem No. 1

TREAD GENTLY

Misty mornings are happy happenings.

Dews plead

‘Touch me not’

Their somnolence

cannot be disgorged.

I tread gently

lest they be dislodged…

The sky with starry airs

like an embroidered canopy

diffuses its ethereal moonscape ….

Flowers fuse profusel

in their fulsome fragrance ;

pollen grains synthesise

a sweet swollen syndrome ..

Nature in splendid attire..

What a seamless scene…

Have never  ever  gauge

such awesome sheen,

I tread gently,

dare not dislodge….

Poem No.2 :

OTHER SIDE OF RAIN

She woke to the birdsong, still blushing

From the aftermath of midnight rain

Her dreamy eyelids quivered to the breeze

Carrying monsoon’s mellifluous strain

She wanted to own the dawn for once

Own everything; the sparkling dews,

Remnant drizzle, undulant space

Of this joyful moment that toyed with her bliss…

***

She raised her head, flowers from her window

Beseeched her; petals did not let her go

Leaves did bend a bit to get to her vision

She knew this dreamy phase was a cushion

She could wrap it on, lap it on for a while

Till the other side of the rain would silence her smile..

OTHER SIDE OF RAIN

వర్షానికి మరోవైపు || అనుసృజన || సి.వి. సురేష్                                                                                  

పక్షి పాట తో ఆమె నిద్ర లేచింది,

అర్ధరాత్రి వర్షపు పరిణామాలతో

ఆమె కళ్ళి౦కా ఎర్రబారే ఉన్నాయి.

స్వపించిన కనురెప్పలు

గాలి తెమ్మెరలకలా వణుకుతున్నాయి

అవి , వర్షఋతువు తీయటి భారాన్ని మోస్తున్నాయి.

ఆమె ఆ ఉదయాన్ని తన స్వంతం చేసుకోవాలనుకుంది.

మెరిసే మంచు బిందువులనూ,

జారే చివరి చినుకులనూ ,

తన పరవశపు ఆటబొమ్మగా మారిన

ఆనంద క్షణాలతో ఎగిసి కింద పడుతున్న ఆ సమయాన్ని

ఆమె  స్వంతం చేసుకోవాలనుకుంది .

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ఆమె చూపుల్లో పడాలని…

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వర్ష౦ యొక్క మరో వైపు,

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