Hi, I'm Mahesh Ramakrishnan 👋

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New Birth

Sonnet

A march of seasons crosses the soul’s terrain,
A procession of climes not governed by the sun.
Desert noons of oppression weighs all to a halt,
A desperate thirst meets its own tears and sweat.

A season of tyrannical summer rules by heat-whip,
Disassembles being and remakes all to new shape.
The nights of winter arrive with their cold black,
Only silhouettes for company on this stage dark.

Autumn like a grim healer strips all dross
Only a bare frame does it barriers hardly cross.
Monsoon’s pitter patter begins to gently soothe
Then in lashes of rain fosters the hidden truth.

Haggard is my shell, worn out by each season,
A new birth is imminent, beyond all human reason.

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The Mother In Us

A Poem

Mother, Self-Portrait

A many-sided experiment’s fulfilling hour approaches
The timeless Eternity’s transfiguring moment is near.

For All being is a manifold gasp and cry
The ancient base and remembered method unravels.
Stealthily is born the New like a hesitant monarch.
A deep rapture from a deeper silence issues.
Ablaze is the old in a transmuting fire,
An assembly of suns in kinship weave
The new body’s sheath of light.
Thus is the birth of the Mother in us.