Poems by Aparna Ramnath

The Rainbow in my Sky

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Seven friends in my life
For the seven colours in the sky,
One brighter than the other
But together does our strength lie.

The start, in school, began
So young and tender,
Twenty years ahead
Our friendship is still a wonder.

Each in a place
Today has made a home,
But the seeds of a lifetime
Are in us eternally sown.

Seeing us together now
Is rare as the bow in the sky,
But the colours painted in the heart
Is forever and will never die.

Black and White

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

People without sight don’t see colour,
They see through their heart, their mind and such,
But despite being blessed with that precious gift
We see things that shouldn’t matter much.

Of the many colours spread before us,
In nature’s bountiful creations,
We choose to see that which is eye-deep,
The vainful epidermis of our fellow beings.

When all others can graciously coexist
Without a whimper or a fight,
When and where was born this distinction
Between beautiful black and blemishless white?

It took a Mahatma to boldly begin,
A Mandela to continue the justful strife,
Must we wait for another kindred soul,
To cease this struggle by laying down his life.

Does this mean we should all be eyeless
To see and feel from our heart,
That being discriminating as we are now
Nothing but sorrow and hatred will last.

Can we not come together and bury this fire,
Put an end to this unequitable race,
So that we may live in harmony
And meet our maker with flawless grace.

An eye for an eye may make the world blind
And there may be darkness upon all,
But it seems somewhere in that gloom
There will be equality after all.

Without you

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

You gave me life,
Lavished with love,
Helped overcome my fears,
Rejoiced in my joys and
Wept through my tears.
Still continue to give
Without my asking,
Before I realize the want
So that I may never be lacking.
Inspite of all my shortcomings
And my innumerable flaws,
You have let me win
All the unfair wars.
Without You, I will feel lost,
Who else but you can only give
and never expect in return,
Be it in future, now or the past.
I owe you much more than I can
Honestly and willingly accept.

You grew up with me,
Day after day,
Shared in my joys
At work and at play.
Picked a fight with me,
Waged a battle for me,
And through ups and downs
Fearlessly stood by me.
Some may come and go,
Every now and then,
But you are with me,
Wherever you may be.
Without you, I will feel lonely,
Who but you can I share with,
Those precious secrets and troublesome woes,
And all those little things
That nobody else knows!
I need you much more than I can
Plainly and loudly accept.

You entered my life,
So grand, yet so naive,
But seem to have grown into me
Much faster than I can believe.
Most of my thoughts now
Revolve around you,
Your likes, your dislikes,
Mine matter, but a few.
I love the times we share,
And our incessant talk,
As for all those petty tiffs
They are but momentary flicks.
Without you, I will feel incomplete,
Who but you can be my better half,
Through sickness and health
And through life’s long course.
I am with you much more than I care to
Openly and unreservedly accept.

Places to Visit

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

The sky is the limit we can’t reach up to,
The horizon a fallacy we can never visit,
The ocean a depth where we cannot live,
The earth below unexplored for a home.
The source of rain is not visible to the eye,
Neither is the heat of the glowing flame,
The chill of the breeze we can’t absorb,
The crackling logs we can’t put our hand to.
A sojourn to the moon is a treat to only a few,
The sun a ball that we can’t hold onto,
The stars are but jewels inaccessible in the sky,
The path of the rainbow we can’t tread upon.

We can visit places far and remote,
Across the oceans and along the seas,
Places of interest, some of history,
Places of beauty and of mystery.

The homes of people we can visit,
But not their hearts or their thoughts,
The abode of the divine we can’t imagine,
Neither can we, the true forms of the Gods.
All this being the same across our world,
Then what makes places differ?
It is the people, their ideas, their traditions,
Their dreams and above all nature’s immeasurable bounty.
Each place is endowed with treasures so precious,
So unique and infinitely sublime,
But true splendour is unveiled by the people,
Who make these differences so beautiful indeed.

The Saga of Life

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Life begins in a blissful state,
Waking into this world oblivious of our fate,
Kicking and wailing, thus announcing our arrival,
Welcomed by dear ones to this worldly survival,
Surrounded by joy and unlimited laughter,
Devoid of inequality, be it a son or daughter.

Life as a child is one of games,
Momentary doubts and demanding claims,
Full of mischief and daring acts,
So rightly termed then as endearing brats,
Filled with friends and eternal fun,
Always rejoicing and on the run.

Teenage is the toughest of all,
None can predict the moods at all,
Yearning to shed the child and grow,
The lessons to be learnt so painfully slow,
Burdened with unsteady and confused minds,
Refusing to be tied down by anything that binds.

The dawn of adolescence, an uneasy phase,
One is neither a child nor an adult in their ways,
The demands of the world are alarmingly new,
The ones who smoothly sail are but a few.
Hearts thriving in love, some bundled with rage,
The temptations are infinite in that captious age.

An adult is born waging many a fight,
If a matter of choice, none would exercise this right,
An illusion of authority and control for men
Entailing duty and responsibility, we realize then,
Far from the pleasures of the good, old life,
Every moment, one of relentless strife.

Life still continues its timeless spell,
From adult to old age, till the untimely bell,
Having been led through an endless maze,
Life at last ceases to be a race.
Whatever it may be or blatantly seem,
Death alone can quench, the zest for life.

Something Real

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

As the arc of the rainbow
Paints the most banal sky,
Dreams add colour to our mundane life
Till the day we breathless lie.

We chase dreams for most of the time,
Well aware that they may never be real,
Yet in all our dreams that keep us going,
We strive to look for something real.

We cherish our dreams and hold them dear,
For it is in us that they are conceived,
But the secret of delivering them
Is the work of fate and luck indeed!

Dreams have such a hold over us,
At times they seem too much to cope,
But dare we to give them away,
For they fill our life with so much hope.

Nature’s Elements

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

The morning sun
does start our day
filled with hope
all the way.

The smiling moon
gives us light
filled with dreams
through the night.

The twinkling stars
blind our sight
guide our path
and make it bright.

The darkened clouds
bear us rain
the showers of which
ease our pain.

The raging fire
makes us warm
soothes our soul
from nature’s harm.

The air we breathe
gives us life
Through moments of joy
and times of grief.

Daily Heaven

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Is there not joy in nature’s great wonders
That greet us with calm, then rolling thunders,
In the quiet slumber of the darkened night,
At the break of dawn that brings us light.

In the horizon that meets the foaming seas,
In the scent of the air that bathes the breeze,
In the vibrant show of colours in the bow
And the twinkling stars that up there glow.

In the clouds that stretch to coolest blues
And the blushing blooms in all their hues,
In the lush green meadows spotted with dew
And the ice-capped peaks for all to view.

In beaches of sand and sun-kissed valleys,
In flowing long rivers and floating white lilies,
In the silent darkness of the deep, dense forests
And in humble reaping of the season’s rich harvests.

In the unsung melodies of humming birds
And the lazy dance of grazing herds,
In the gush of the wind that lashes the tide
And the fleeing of flocks that beg to hide.

In the waters that fall forming a fountain
And the snow that lies scaling the mountain,
In the piercing chill that tickles our vein
And the joy that comes with showers of rain.

In the shivering zones of the frozen poles
And the heat that warms most aching souls,
The hopes of hearts to heights do soar
At the sight of these and many more.

Who then said that heaven is up above,
Beyond the skies and beyond our reach,
If we look to see and hear to listen,
We have no cause to deny our Daily Heaven.

You

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Thoughts of people we care about
Always brings a smile
For the times we have shared
Make life seem so much more worthwhile.
I wonder if you can guess
How often the thought of you
Has brought me such Happiness.

Love

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Love is such a wonderful thing
With all the joy that it can bring,
Happiness and warmth that has to be found,
Love is a feeling that has no bound.

Love is such that it can nourish,
Give us health and make us flourish,
A tonic that is so sweet to taste
Without which life is but a waste.

Love is a gift that we have to give
To all around as long as we live,
Love is a blessing that we receive
Something to cherish, never to deceive.

Love is a treasure to be shared by all,
A common bond to unite one and all,
With all the joy that it can bring,
Love is such a wonderful thing.

A Memoir (1887 – 19897)

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Srinivasa Ramanujan was born in Namakkal, a village,
Proud till date of its rich heritage,
It is the birthplace of many a legendary wonder
And Ramanujan for one added to its splendour.

His early education began at the Town High School,
And unlike other children he did not play the fool,
He passed out with a scholarship recognition
And enrolled into college with a mark of distinction.
Though in his subject he could play mischievous tricks,
He was a total disaster in his academics.
Try as he might all the more,
A degree evaded him as he failed to score.

As a clerk he was appointed at the Madras Port Trust
But away from numbers he could never rest.
He scribbled all over in his mysterious tongue,
By then almost a year had run.
Meanwhile to Cambridge in writing he had rendered,
One twenty theorems he had solely discovered,
For long their recognition he did not win,
It took time to uncover the genius in him.
From then a friendship was formed in name
Between Ramanujan and Hardy of English fame.
He sailed to England to accompany his mate
And was heartily welcomed in glorious state.
For six years then his work was hard,
A degree in Trinity his grand reward.

Alas! it was fate that made to him clear,
An end to him was sadly near,
He returned to Bombay to a warm reception
Considered no less a standing ovation.

In his thirty three years he had cast a spell,
When they will be solved none can tell.
To people all over it has become a whim
Whether they will see another likeness of him.
An encounter of his works can never be written,
In numbers forever he will remain the titan.
It’s in belief that they wait from dusk till dawn
For yet another Ramanujan in this land to be born.

Without Friends

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

A world without friends is like…
Darkness without Light – Blind
the Sky without Stars – Dull
the Land without Rain – Barren
the Ocean without Water – Hollow
the Head without a Mind – Empty
the Body without a Soul – Dead
The Heart without Hope – Hopeless

Our Daily Heaven

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Is there not joy in nature’s great wonders
That greet us with calm, then rolling thunders,
In the quiet slumber of the darkened night,
At the break of dawn that brings us light.

In the horizon that meets the foaming seas,
In the scent of the air that bathes the breeze,
In the vibrant show of colours in the bow
And the twinkling stars that up there glow.

In the clouds that stretch to coolest blues
And the blushing blooms in all their hues,
In the lush green meadows spotted with dew
And the ice-capped peaks for all to view.

In beaches of sand and sun-kissed valleys,
In flowing long rivers and floating white lilies,
In the silent darkness of the deep, dense forests
And in humble reaping of the season’s rich harvests.

In the unsung melodies of humming birds
And the lazy dance of grazing herds,
In the gush of the wind that lashes the tide
And the fleeing of flocks that beg to hide.

In the waters that fall forming a fountain
And the snow that lies scaling the mountain,
In the piercing chill that tickles our vein
And the joy that comes with showers of rain.

In the shivering zones of the frozen poles
And the heat that warms most aching souls,
The hopes of hearts to heights do soar
At the sight of these and many more.

Who then said that heaven is up above,
Beyond the skies and beyond our reach,
If we look to see and hear to listen
We have no cause to deny our Daily Heaven.

Vinayaka

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

The smallest of all,
The weirdest of all,
Yet amongst His peers,
The most loved of all.

Through the wrath of His Father,
He lost His face,
By the bidding of His Mother
Was restored with grace.

With the head of an elephant
And the torso of a man,
He draws more people
Than count you can.

Asked to go around the world,
While His brother did scoot,
He circled His parents
And won the fruit.

Immerse Him in the water,
In a well or the sea,
He rises even bigger
The next time you see.

He’s first in the temple,
The first to dine,
With His consorts and all,
He adorns every shrine.

Be it the start of a day
Or your time of test,
He demands your attention
For all things best.

He squats in His place,
Looking for a bride,
Blesses you with goodies
And serves as a guide.

In a world of worries,
He brings joy to the heart,
Once in His spell,
You can never after part.

The Biggest of All,
The Most Powerful of All,
In All His Myriad Forms,
The Most Loved By All.

Kargil – In the Wake of the War

a poem by Aparna Ramnath

Leaving behind loved ones,
All that is near and dear,
They scale Great Heights
Where no one can hear.

No warmth to bide,
No home to hide,
No cause to sigh
Nor tears to cry.

No thought of food,
No heart to soothe,
No sorrow to feel
Not a wink to steal.

Where the dawn brings hope
And the night is a test,
One outdoes the other
Doing better than the best.

Of the nine eighty million,
We are but a tiny dot,
While having faced all
They have done a mighty lot.

Our strength be with them,
So be our timely prayers,
For all those selfless souls,
Fighting so bravely to die.

High up on the mountains,
On the snowy ice bed,
That white is made still purer
By the blood they shed.

Through times of grief and times so long,
Whatever may come and whatever be gone,
We are proud of those Great Heroes
That this land has borne.