Ravi Shankar Rajan is a software engineer working in Mumbai,India.
In his free time he loves writing poetry and this has been his passion since his school days.
Most of his poems are based on his personel experiences and on the fascinating array of people
he gets to meet everyday in a big country like India. His poems have been published in ezines
like Subjective Substance, PoetryLifeandTimes, Oracular Tree, Passenger May, WAH,Boheme,
Ultimate Hallucination, Voices Net, Subtle Tea, SNReview,Holy Ignorance, Vermont Ink and Lily.
Recently his poem "Mumbai" won the Lizabeth poetry award for 2004.
He can be contacted at ravisrajan.sap@gmail.com or ravi.poetry@gmail.com
Vagrant Thoughts
raindrops prattle
on the sill--
Long lost memories.
Wine fills
the empty glass--
A dejected lover.
she plays
the ancient piano--
A baby cries.
Frost covers
the splintered window--
Our marriage breaks.
Wind blows
the vagrant leaf--
Bored without work.
A twist in Life
Sitting
beneath a banyan tree,
a fulgid fluid spoiled my shirt;
fresh blood.
Eating
a sinful chocolate cake,
something stirred under the creamy layer;
a lizard.
Climbing
inside a crowded bus,
an eerie silence greeted my arrival;
no faces.
Going
on my first date,
her toothy smile left me chilled;
lady Dracula.
Sleeping
with my latest girlfriend,
a cold object stuck my chest;
dead hand.
Driving
on a lonely highway,
a flash of lightening revealed everything;
world's end.
Jogging
along a rocky shore,
a soiled paper caught my eye;
my poem.
Sign boards
On a dangerous road--
We serve God,
by transporting you straight to heaven.
Inside a tobacco store--
Enjoy our cigars,
we make money by killing you.
Outside an unkempt graveyard--
Listen carefully stranger,
dead men can tell many tales.
At a roadside hotel--
Please pay today,
if you want to eat tomorrow.
Outside a coffin shop--
Rest in peace,
heavy discounts offered for early birds.
Inside a country brothel--
Wear a condom,
help us to serve you better.
Ravi Shankar Rajan
