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
+++++++++++++++++++++++=
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
+++++++++++++++++++++++
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
++++++++++++++++++
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?
++++++++++++++++++
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
+++++++++++++++++
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"
*****************************
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
+++++++++++++++++++
Monday, April 27, 2009
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.
______________________________________________________
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
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.
______________________________________________________
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
+++++++++++++++++++++++
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 ?
+++++++++++++++++++++++
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
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
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