Monday, April 27, 2009

museindia-apr-09

Onions without tears



Tell me the truth

say it frankly

oh! my beloved!

Have you worked

on the search of vegetables

especially onions

that cause tears

instantaneously on chopping boards



While all our housewives

work all though the week

sweating tears 24X7

toiling hard in kitchen

why these onions alone

cause caustic tears

bringing despair to their hearts?



Do the male chefs shed tears, too?

who work and sweat to earn their bread

in restaurants, with or without stars.

Onion has no preference, unbiased it is,

Will man learn a lesson or two from onion, please!
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Blooming in multiples



Everywhere where our eyes can reach

love blossoms in leaps and bounds

on sidewalks, elevators,

in gardens and green parks,



All main streets turning up as hugging hubs

malls, commercial establishments

stocking love stakes high in many rounds

windy corn fields

soft and smart meadows

side benches in green parks

restaurants with drinks and dances

build castles in casinos

Down the stairs in library halls

love forms school and graduate

between book racks

we have all wiped our eyes

quite frequently

visiting love streams in floods

Odd love and incomparable age factor no bar

Everywhere where our eyes can reach

There is love, hug, hug and love

love blooms in multiples
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To love you again



Tell me my lord!

what all best I can do

to love you again

Long since you deserted me

for reasons unknown

I just blamed my ill fate and not you



Will you not forget and forgive

and tell me now what all should I do

once again to receive

your love and gracious blessings..
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Oceans of joy and delight

Have you heard anytime
hope belittling humans
and streams of despair
drowning the minds?
Yes when our heart and soul
turns squarely weak
hope turns as withered field
freezing all desires in cold winters
But we should never be victims of fate
and sail soft on oceans of joy and delight
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Magic spell



Beloved

love me with

all the fragrance

the flowers possess and spread,

and quench my thirst

with your nectar



Beloved

love me with

all the passion

this world can fashion,

fill my heart

with music the wind can whisper



Beloved

love me with

all the care and concern

the moon has for the earth

and the earth for the moon



Beloved

love me with

the magic the stars drop

when we lazy on the meadows

throughout the cool night
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Delight

Delight and joy

in materialistic world

bear different definition,

a connotation unknown

to common man,

apparently not transient at all,

but in reality they don't last long
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in peace and calmness...



Ducks meander between lotus and lily

The buds danced with the push of the ripples

The earth bathes in the young sunshine

Joggers and morning walkers exchange the greetings

A few birds fly pushing thin clouds overhead

Are all getting ready to say their morning prayers

to pass the day in peace and calmness?
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Summer shine



On summer hot day

my village mud house

heckles city A/C rooms



On a midsummer midday

youths play cards

under the tree shade



on midsummer hot days

sparrow takes

umpteen baths in a well
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The rain is over and gone



All along the thick black clouds shrouding the sky

and the hilltops are now not quite visible, why?

Those clouds are roaring and lightning is repeatedly flashing

on every corner of earth, the showers are clearly dashing

The wooden stairs laid at my outhouse are slippery

And street lights standing straight as disciplined soldiers are blinking

The dragon flies rise high and appear to cross the limits of sky

welcoming the rain the heartful of delight brightening their wearied face

It started to drizzle shampooing dry grass

and made us returning from work shelters to search

The tempers cooled and rain god slipped into its abode

and all the people around us yelled,

"the rain is over and gone"
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Ageing blues



Be firm

look not to mirror

before you are

beautified in saloons

The hair shines in gray

keeping my sweet heart at bay

the silver colour spreads snow white on screen

melting all my golden sheen of greens

Forgetfulness, sometimes, blesses in wonders

my past happenings alone many a time thunders

in present sands of time, I desire, no blunders

Let my future spring in just delicate tenders

Diseases are dragging me down

despair is arresting me as a clown

Away and far in prime

creams may fulfill my dream

Wrinkles writ large on my face

I am trying all means to totally erase

I can't forget my bubbling and quaked youth

I wish to sail forever in same streams in truth
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Spread fast unto



Spread fast unto

the far end corners of the world

to rejoice and rejuvenate

in columns of joy and delight



Spread fast unto

the hills and mountains

to trek along and admire

the silence of divinity



Spread fast unto

the forests and deserts

to feel the chances

of prosperity and poverty



Spread fast unto

the beauties of nature

to smell the fragrance

of devotion and dedication



Spread fast unto

the seasons of time

to inundate into depths

of downpour in ecstasy



Spread fast unto

the sounds of music

to sing earnestly

the celestial song of the lord



Spread fast unto

into the seas and oceans

to weave the waves

in inner depths of love
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Two hands

To whom hands they may belong

they vie more for working hard all the time,

Whether the hands start soiling

or involve in subscribing gazetted signatures in green ink

or scribble letters on hearts with chalk piece sticks

It is not at all the question now for discussion

To whom the hands may relate

they are straining hard and shedding sweat

to create some thing more productive

If these hands are compared to a sea

the waves weave like fingers

If hands do resemble a sky

the fingers are like raging flames.

Dragging heart from eyes and legs

it will open up a vistas for a civilization,

a nation and a society

His hands dig the soil so deep

and prepare the field for cultivation

His eyes are anxious

to glance at the tender sprouts

The same eyes

may expand tomorrow--bloom ahead--

and revolutionize the concept to protect cropping pattern.

His eyes straightening all glances like flying bevy of birds

converse with the sky like a generation of its sort

and allowing to make the hands work hard

and tries to provide food to all its country men.

Her hands involve in acts of transplantation

and pluck out weeds

and provide water to the mouths of the cultivating soil

She hugs the plants treating them as toddling kids

and try to protect them like a hen caring its eggs

She thus

gives birth by providing germination to millions of seeds

With the tender touch of her hands

even barren lands transform themselves as green fields

On the bund of those cultivated lands

they sit straight like humans toiling in mud stocks

Nothing lies behind them

and no traces of any other thing stand before them

Their Two hands provide food to all the needy

and kindly toddle heads and nurture their wishes comfortably.

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Rendu chetulu, Koumudi Monthly Telugu Magazine, Feb 2009

Original: Ramaa Chandramuli, Translation: R. Purushothama Rao


Rao Sir, Well said. It has come up very nice. Two hands serving unlimited people and serving human kind. A soothing poem. Best regards.

Dr Pooja G Bhuyar, Bijapur
Mar 11, 2009

Friday, February 6, 2009

ENDANGERED SPECIES
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MY grand parents
lived in a remote village
they worked hard in farm fields
and maintained a hale and hearty health

No hospital found around my village
no doctor in the vicinity to treat
they had millet cooked as their tabled food
and leafy vegetables played a decent role

Never they complained
of any indisposition, for decades together
Fresh air, unpolluted environment, saved their souls
and smiles all the while must be their secret of joy and delight.

My parents were a little bit modern I their pursuits
work maids assisted them in the daily chores
automobiles started streaking into the village
emitting some amount of pollution day in and day out

My grand parents saw their centuries of life in folds
my parents did their life swims to eighty years of course
please don’t talk of our present time life which is at high stakes
and we hear many young and energetic ones fall down as dried leaves

Are my grand parents and parents an endangered species now
in the light of modern times vicious health cares and concerns on show ?

In the autumn ways

No leaves to flutter in musical notes now at present
All the tree branches are thickly powdered with snow stocks so indecent

To my naked eyes they all appear like angels in white robes
descended to earth to bless us all with their serene souls
we day in day out strive hard with a view
to uplift the noble hearts from the storming winter strokes

Has the nature spread a colourful carpet
woven neatly with all the leaves thus fallen?


I am not at all worried.at present day’s odd happenings
All the human bonds will usher in tomorrow with spring tunes afresh and anew
with renewed energy and improved strength
and thus adding more, innovative and resourceful skills
to their arsenal of development oriented strategies.

My strong desires,built up on confidential plat forms ,
can't be buried in the snow built hatchets at any count,

They spring up tomorrow definitely as stronger and stabler ones
and shed sweat to reach the destined goals as desired
easily and effortlessly ,in quick succession