Aruna Anand's Poetry

THE HOPE Am I A slave of  traditions Pursuing mindless follow-ups Of amassed experiences  Am I Just a fossil Buried deep into antiquity  Do I have the hope To change things that I can Or  Disappear in the tunnel of traditions I ask myself  Can society ever be a dead log  We are the society  We are the seeds of hopes  We are the seeds of probabilities Let the seeds of energies Be soaked in aspirations Let the fruition begin Of fruits and of flowers Flowers of change Loved and nourished We are the seeds of possibilities We are the society We are the hope personified  The only hope Of the beautiful world                                                                 ...

                                                                 IMPERMANENCE                                          The eternal phenomenon Impermanence - true nature of life Nothing remains the same Living or the non-living  A bud blossoms into a flower Pupa into a butterfly Mountains mutate to become volcanoes Throwing up lava and fire  Rivers change course before embracing the sea Nurturer of fishes, corals and reefs Sudden tsunami transforms calm sea Into a savage crushing crumbling Living and the non-living  We too are transient From baby to an adult Then mellow...

YOGINI I became a yogini When we looked at each other Oblivious to the world around We got together for ever  I inhaled your breath Submerged myself In the incense of your soul Exhaled slowly This became my “pranayam” Sitting silent I think of your smile Soak myself in its sunshine And this became my “dhyana” Lost in you Unaware of the world Very still in body and mind And this became my “Samadhi” Arising like on ivy  I encircle you with my arms Enclosing tight-to reach your heart This is how  Your love became my “Moksha” And – I became a Yogini      A Yogini for life ---------------------  

                                   FROM  ME  TO  YOU I am thankful to my readers for appreciating my earlier poems published in various magazines. Poetry details the complex realities of life. I do feel a poem is like a painting which is understood by the reader's own perceptions and attitude. My relationship with words has been pretty long.  Life has been rather intensely individualistic so the poems are free of illusions, a bit rootless but sensitive and correlate to the times and life each one of us is passing through. These are free moving poems vividly telling their imagery and emotion poised in apprehension, intelligent uncertainty and complexity of feeling as a result some poems may seem tantalizingly obscure but each poem is firm and worth your attentions. I hope my latest poems would be acceptable in the hours of recreation and pl...