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Raamesh Gowri Raghavan – Medium
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The Reckless Sonneteer
I read a little too much literature (I think), and pretend that I can really write beautiful poetry. Poetry, in its crisp, rhyming sonnet form, which I delude myself will cause the birds to sing and the tears to flow. So here is a blog (or rather, an online sonnetry laboratory and museum), dedicated entirely to the art of the sonnet, and whatever enmanglement of it I can produce.
GLO-TALK
The 1 and 21 mag
Maxvani
Max Babi, my guru, like Tukaram has a weakness - he barely records his prolific output of poetry. Tukaram is immortal because of Santaji Jagnade who collected his works; this is my attempt to get as much of Max's stuff (he sends it on SMS) in one place.
Autophony
The message is supreme;<br> Born in the heart,<br> and lilting itself<br> from tongue to tongue,<br> throwing its scent<br> over wind and wave;<br> travelling on dots<br> or fingers<br> when blindness<br> or silence bar its way.<br> <br> It hews itself into stone<br> or burns itself onto magnetic discs;<br> it is the message that lives<br> and I exist<br> solely to pass it on.<br>
Lone and level sands
Just another WordPress.com site
Cafe Haiku
The blog of InHaikuMumbai
www.linkedin.com/in/raameshgowriraghavan/detail/recent-activity/posts/
The Tweeting Haijin
The Great And The Glubby
This is the final resting place of all those breathless emails that run rounds from inbox to inbox - funny, not funny, spectacular, disgusting, uplifting, downcasting...
Rumia
When I was a schoolboy and was given my own room, I established the Republic of Rumia with myself as sole inhabitant and Supreme Dictator General For Life. Rumia was where my imagination was fertilised, where my toy animals became a reserve forest, where my cars had a highway built for them, and where I was king, rebel, police, pirate...anything I wanted to be. Rumia disappeared when we moved away to a smaller house. It is for me the natural name for my blog.
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