Poem – Ranjith Sivaraman

Moments Without You

February 24, 2024

Moments without you

Have cute little teeth,

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)

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.

Scent of milk

January 19, 2022

Any fresh day when she sees me there is a smiling moon floating in her deep calm eyes.

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

The Secluded Silences.

November 12, 2021

Temptations are wings And addiction, the sky. Ever roosting bats Never ending hunts in dark

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.