Squeaky Armour

Shoes with whistle, I still remember,
Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour;
Every step applauds with squeaks,
And showered kisses on the cheeks.

poem by Ranjit Ravindran (26 December 2009)
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Unpleasant Light

I hardly experience pitch darkness,
In this urban wilderness,
The external world is made over-bright,
Obliterating night with neon light!

That illuminating torrent from street lamp,
Floods my home with the light of gloom;
Even if I close my eyes tight,
It seeps through my eyelids with all its might!

I marvel at man's effort in conquering nature,
Solving a problem, by raising another;
Encasing ourselves in sealed chambers,
We choke and struggle, fret and fume!

In pseudo-illumination,
We lose discrimination;
Of day and night,
Of life and death!

poem by Ranjit Ravindran
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