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Posted on June 7, 2020December 28, 2020

കൂന്തൾ-(The Squid)

കഥ | രഞ്ജിത് ശിവരാമൻ

കൂന്തൾ

‘ടുഡേ ഈവെനിംഗ് വീ ഹാവ് ഫിഷ് ഡെലിവറി. അവൈലബിൾ ഫിഷ് – കരിമീൻ, ചെമ്മീൻ, കാളാഞ്ചി, കായൽ കൊഞ്ച് , വെളൂരി, കൂന്തൾ ‘

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Mr.Sivaraman, was a finalist in the The Voice of Peace anthology competition 2021, organised by the ‘League of Poets’

Ranjith Sivaraman is, without a doubt, a stand-out among the rare and gifted writers. Amongst a sea of submissions, Ranjith’s work, “Men” caught the attention of our entire staff. It moved us in its expert composition and in its willingness to lay bare real emotion and experience. It was a jewel of a poem and we remain profoundly proud to feature it in our issue and to have Ranjith as a member of our ‘parliament’ family.

 

Nikki Mantarro Gonzalez
Publisher, The Parliament Literary Journal

“Your poem speaks on a journey that it takes to reach someone with whom we share true love. It reminds me of the moment I discovered that my fiancee was the one for me.”

Thomas Kneeland
Author & Poet (Founder of the Kneeland Centre for Poetry)

Sivaraman’s poems merge nature imagery and human emotion into a gorgeous tapestry.

Matt Forney
Terror House Press

The Shortest Distance demonstrates Ranjith’s ability to draw readers in with moving verse that explores human emotion through the lens of nature.

Sarah Losner
Sad Girls Club

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Why do You Love Me? (and other poems)

  • August 14, 2022
Originally published in the " All STARS ISSUE" of The Parliamentary Literary Journal, New Jersey, USA, on 14th August 2022 ( page 66 to 71)
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ശരത്കാലം

  • March 30, 2022
കൊഴിയുന്ന ഇലയെ യാത്രയാക്കാൻ വർഷം തോറും ശരത്കാലം എത്താറുണ്ടായിരുന്നു അതുകൊണ്ടു തന്നെ ശരത്കാലം എത്താതെ യാത്ര തുടങ്ങാനാവില്ലെന്നു അവളും സമയത്തിനെത്തിയില്ലെങ്കിൽ അവളെ യാത്ര അയക്കാനാവില്ലെന്നു ശരത് കാലവും വിശ്വസിച്ചു…
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My Grande​ Dame

  • January 30, 2022
I never felt my legs since six, And ever loved my lake since then My boat was my cradle And my lake was my Grande Dame.
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Scent of milk

  • January 19, 2022
Any fresh day when she sees me there is a smiling moon floating in her deep calm eyes.
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Sonnet to SPB

  • November 12, 2021
You are the sweet mist in my labyrinth The feast of gooseberry to sweet stream The letter from the moon to Macbeth The taste of blueberry with a wild scream
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The Secluded Silences.

  • November 12, 2021
Temptations are wings And addiction, the sky. Ever roosting bats Never ending hunts in dark
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Cloak of Solitude

  • November 12, 2021
When her eyes are blank and cold When there are no ripples of warmth When they are like a frozen brook in a new moon night When they look at me still perceive no image
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Unsolved Problem

  • November 12, 2021
I believe, we all have one unsolved problem in life.   For a few, that may be a secret which hides like a grenade in the pocket
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Three Dots…

  • October 15, 2021
Three dots … were left wounded awaiting the ‘inevitable sound of death’.   Till recently these three dots … were our lifeblood Now see, the poor dots are bleeding to death.
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I Have You Only…

  • September 20, 2021
When my quaver meets a premature death in my throat When I curl up like a Chartreux I have you only
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Coffee Bean

  • August 6, 2021
Kabini* was carrying the coracle** and me like a phlegmatic old man who carries a Palanquin and I saw you floating towards me sitting on a banyan tree leaf covered in  red thin skin and sweet pulp.
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The Pillow

  • July 17, 2021
Do you have a bleeding heart of your own? How can you feel my killing love? The fragrance of night Jasmine makes me cry… I can’t stand outside.
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There is Someone

  • June 29, 2021
There is Someone.   There is someone to love me too Such a love that made me love myself   There is someone who misses me Such a miss that I started missing myself
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You Burned Us Day and Night

  • June 9, 2021
Are you a natural selection or invention? If natural selection, I have nothing to say, And if you are invented, let the ‘splendour of thousands of suns,’ Blaze upon the heads of your inventors.
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The Seventh Spring

  • June 3, 2021
I saw the dark pillars and boles And my body was darker than normal. Fire apples were hanging from the leafless trees and the breath tasted like searing fragrance.
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Men

  • May 16, 2021
Is he not aroused? Why no fire of wild lust in his eyes? Doesn’t he realize the moments are dying one by one? We both don’t know when our breaths will dance together again. Or is it only my heart is young? His eyes found no feast and keep looking stone cold.
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Angel and the Dirty Boy

  • May 12, 2021
  The kid loved playing in the mud A mud much darker than his skin. He was comfortable being dirty and ugly Because all his mates were so .
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മുല്ലപ്പൂഗന്ധം

  • April 4, 2021
എനിക്കായി മാത്രം ഒഴുകും നിലാവും  നമുക്കായി മാത്രം വീശുന്ന കാറ്റും  എന്നുള്ളിലെന്നും മൂളുന്ന പാട്ടും  നിനക്കായി മാത്രം കേഴുന്ന ഞാനും 
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Julia

  • February 20, 2021
After 20 years I am going  her home, to meet her mom, my Julia's mom. Julia, you remember, we both were two ever singing  cuckoos of the same feather, two never resting Brooks of the same valley, two ever-smiling little girls of the same age twelve. Julia, you remember that evening, we laughed a lot,
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Bar-tailed godwit

  • January 11, 2021
‘What happened? You are lost in deep thoughts Looks like you made a long solo trip Like a bar-tailed godwit’ I asked my beloved.
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