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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalBorn to M. Sreedharan Nair and Sarada Amma, Satheesan Rangorath completed his early education in the schools of his village, Elappulli in the Palakkad District of Kerala, India. He graduated in Commerce from the Government Victoria College, Palakkad. He migrated to Bombay in search of a job, which was a feature common in many youngsters in those days. He graduated in law in 1978, before he moved to the United Arab Emirates where he served as a bank officer for 27 years. Supporting him in all walks of life has been his beloved wife, Saroja, a soft-spoken and able homemaker. Quiet and generally Read More...
Born to M. Sreedharan Nair and Sarada Amma, Satheesan Rangorath completed his early education in the schools of his village, Elappulli in the Palakkad District of Kerala, India. He graduated in Commerce from the Government Victoria College, Palakkad. He migrated to Bombay in search of a job, which was a feature common in many youngsters in those days.
He graduated in law in 1978, before he moved to the United Arab Emirates where he served as a bank officer for 27 years. Supporting him in all walks of life has been his beloved wife, Saroja, a soft-spoken and able homemaker.
Quiet and generally reserved from his early days, he had found the power of poetry as a profoundly satisfying form of expression in a world that cannot stop talking. His intuitive response to the varieties of life situations interwoven with the mysteries of mother nature has aided the creative flow from within, helping him to ink the lines in his leisure hours as a routine from his youth.
Satheesan Rangorath has published his poems in many poetry forums and has received several accolades. Memory Sprouts is his second published book.
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His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life.
A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, so
His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life.
A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, song of souls. Lovebirds sing.
Together we hear the Symphony of millions, the music of souls. Echo of spirits, deep in and out, vibrate in rhythm, love boundless. In the ocean of love, one with the cosmos, we merge in every atom, one soul; one song. I embrace, merging in oneness. I breathe in breathe out. Turning into a dream, I fly high, and as I float, my wings cover the entire universe. We disappear in subtle softness. When you call I reverberate, from silence the world around replies to my wish! End my monologue.
His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life.
A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your
soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music,
His bristly strokes adorn a vast canvas, creating a colossal compilation of poems. “Across Mirage of Life” marks his third published work, a poetic Mausoleum dedicated to his beloved wife Saroja Satheesh. These poetic Mausoleums have become a signature of his soulful vision – across mirage of life.
A Passionate hug a passionate hug, I hear your heart, your heartbeat, the chirp of your
soul. Lovebird sings. I hear mine too. Through soft music, song of souls. Lovebirds sing.
Together we hear the Symphony of millions, the music of souls. Echo of spirits, deep in
and out, vibrate in rhythm, love boundless. In the ocean of love, one with the cosmos,
we merge in every atom, one soul; one song. I embrace, merging in oneness. I breathe in
breathe out. Turning into a dream, I fly high, and as I float, my wings cover the entire
universe. We disappear in subtle softness. When you call I reverberate, from silence the
world around replies to my wish! End my monologue.
Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow.
She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her.
Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth.
Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream.
You will love to explore my pages!
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Unwritten, undiscovered lines still adore you in every colour and hue. Words and thoughts spring from your soul i
Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow.
She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her.
Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth.
Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream.
You will love to explore my pages!
--
Unwritten, undiscovered lines still adore you in every colour and hue. Words and thoughts spring from your soul in a garden of intricately carved images and similes. You rule as the emperor, sitting on a thrown of sounding syllables. With an empty pen and mute mind, they wait for your smile.
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Everything in this cosmos is linked by a unique thread of uniting the imagination of every being and non-being. They are related to one another, strung together like beads and are connected by a magic faith. Life is expected to revolve like an escalator as the cycle hopes to move us forward despite the fear and pain of birth and death.
Everything in this cosmos is linked by a unique thread of uniting the imagination of every being and non-being. They are related to one another, strung together like beads and are connected by a magic faith. Life is expected to revolve like an escalator as the cycle hopes to move us forward despite the fear and pain of birth and death.
Everything in this cosmos is linked by a unique thread of uniting the imagination of every being and non-being. They are related to one another, strung together like beads and are connected by a magic faith. Life is expected to revolve like an escalator as the cycle hopes to move us forward despite the fear and pain of birth and death.
Unwritten, undiscovered lines still adore you in every colour and hue. Words and thoughts spring from your soul in a garden of intricately carved images and similes. You rule as the emperor, sitting on a thrown of sounding syllables. With an empty pen and mute mind, they wait for your smile.
Unwritten, undiscovered lines still adore you in every colour and hue. Words and thoughts spring from your soul in a garden of intricately carved images and similes. You rule as the emperor, sitting on a thrown of sounding syllables. With an empty pen and mute mind, they wait for your smile.
Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow.
She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her.
Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth.
Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream.
You will love to explore my pages!
Poetry came to me as a shy girl, dressed in sweet shades and glow.
She winked at me, seduced me, and unaware, I fell in love with her.
Holding hands, we trekked many terrains, visited wonderlands and monuments on earth.
Come, let me carry you in my hands like a dream.
You will love to explore my pages!
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