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The Tryst
He strode quickly Through the Bush,by the tree, over pebble and dead wood.. Bending twisting and breaking, his path was no good All a sma...
Friday, 21 December 2018
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ఇష్టమైన కష్టం
పని చేసి వచ్చిన వాడు అలిసిపోయి పడుకుంటాడు
మనసుకు నచ్చిన పని చేసేవాడు సంతృప్తిగా నిద్రపోతాడు
వాడు భయపడుతూ పడుకుంటాడు
బాధపడుతూ లేస్తాడు
వీడు ఆనందంగా నిద్రపోతాడు
ఆతృతగా లేస్తాడు
పని, తిండి పెట్టి బతికిస్తుంది
మనసుకి నచ్చిన పని తిండి పెట్టగలిగినా పెట్టలలేకపొయినా బతుక్కి అర్ధం ఇస్తుంది
పని, చేయగలిగినంత కాలం చూసుకుంటుంది
శక్తి తగ్గేకా ఇంటికి పంపేస్తుంది
మనసుకు నచ్చిన పని బతుకు లో తోడుగా ఉండి
చావు తర్వాత ఎన్నో మనసులకు మేధలకు నీడ అవుతుంది
తిండి తిప్పలు లేకుండా పనిచేయటం కష్టపడటం
తిండీ తిప్పలు మర్చిపోయి పనిచేయటం ఇష్టపడటం
నా దృష్టి లో
పనిలో పడి బతికేస్తూ కోట్లు కూడబెట్టినోడు కూడా
తన్మయత్వం లొ మునిగిపోయిన కళాకారుడి కంటే గొప్పగా బతకలేడు
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Wednesday, 25 July 2018
The freedom I wish for..
Monday, 23 July 2018
Yucky Motivation
NOTE/WARNING/CAUTION/DISCLAIMER/whatever:
STRICTLY FOR PEOPLE WITH STRONG STOMACH AND SENSE OF HUMOUR. Dont read if you have neither.
When hardships try to drown you..
Be that
piece of turd that refuses to get flushed
When time tries to erase you..
Be that
skid mark on underpants that resisted repeated washing
When life tries to drag you down
Be that
low waist jean that, though barely, clung to the butts
When faced with an uphill task
Be that thick drop of mucus that races up to the nose
When presented with opportunity
Be that
Phlegm that jumps out in a cough
In your time, make the world hear you
Be that
Loud fart in a public place and stink the world for generations
Saturday, 14 July 2018
On Universe
Friday, 13 July 2018
On Cold Mornings (part 1)
Parting with the loving blanket and bed
Rose the half rested body
Overcoming the mutiny within
Reluctant feet nudge a stand
Drenching in consciousness
Grabbing reality 's helping hand?
Sunday, 8 July 2018
కవితాశక్తి
Tuesday, 3 July 2018
Monday, 25 June 2018
వక్రభారతం
వసుధైక కుటుంబం మా సంస్కారం
మా కులం వాడికే ఇల్లు అద్దె కు ఇస్తాం..
ఆధునిక వైజ్ఞానిక దృక్పథం మాది
ICU లో ఉన్నా మా కులపోడి రక్తమే ఎక్కించుకుంటాం..
డబ్బు మింగే ఇనప హుండీ జాతి ఏంటి అని అడగదిక్కడ. పూజ నేనూ చేస్తానంటే దారం దారివ్వదు..
మా తాతలు నేతులు తాగేవారని
అరువు తెచ్చిన నెయ్యి మూతికి పూసుకుని వాసన చూడమంటాం..
కులాల కీకారణ్యపు కొండచిలువలను
మతాల ముసుగు లో మృగాలను ఏరి కోరి ఎన్నుకుని నాయకులంటాం..
తప్ప తాగి బండి నడిపి దెబ్బ తగిలితే రోడ్ ని తిడతాం... మందు ఇప్పించి మత్తు ఎక్కించి ఓటు వేయించుకున్నోన్ని దేవుడంటాం..
తాగింది దిగాక..
జరిగింది తెలిసాకా..
పీకేది లేక మమ్మల్ని మేమె తిట్టుకుంటాం
ఇంటి పేరు చూసి ఓటు వేస్తాం..
మాకు లేని ఇంగితం వాడిలో ఎందుకుంటుంది
నాయకులూ విసిరేసిన ఎంగిలాకుల్లో ఆర్ధిక ప్రగతిని వెతుక్కుని లెఖ్ఖలేసుకుంటాం..
మాది ప్రజాస్వామ్యం నిగూఢమైన మా అజ్ఞానపు విరాట్ రూపం
విజ్ఞత ఉంది.. విజ్ఞానం ఉంది..
రాళ్ళ పూజ తర్వాతే రాకెట్నైనా పైకి పంపిస్తాం..
ఉపగ్రహాల సైన్యం ఉన్న..
గ్రహణం వస్తే పస్తుంటాం..
సైన్స్ పుట్టిల్లు మా పెరడే..
వాస్తు నప్పలేదని తీసేసాం..
Childhood (Part 1)
Silver pearls perched on tips of grass blades
Welcoming the bare feet to touch cool morning dew
The sprint through green meadows
Tearing through the fog
Rows of tall trees and the pathways between
Running through the imaginary maze
The chirping birds gave directions
As the knight charged on his little feet
Joined by his allies bringing weapons for their chosen sport..
The charging brigade was heaven bound
The tired crew halted panting at their kingdom
The playground..
He woke up to the jerk of the bus
The silver pearls were now perched on poles
Slowly fading away with morning light as he passed by
The medows now had houses built on them
The trees were cut down to cater furniture
The unyielding pathways helplessly hugged remains of their dying friends
Giant wheels were crushing the fallen nests
The chirping was absent as the birds relentlessly attacked the metal monster
Uprooting the trunks with hands of steel
Coughing out a fog in black
With bleeding beaks and burning eyes the birds had to leave
Just like he did leave his childhood and surrendered to need.
Sunday, 3 June 2018
Poetry for me
Rhyming is easy
Brevity is a challenge
Clarity of thought is the quest
To make the reader think is ultimate goal
Saturday, 2 June 2018
The Unspoken cry
Under the scorching sun
The walk made him sweat
Unwilling feet moved with laboured deft
Hardly managing the dangling heft
The only way to save whatever money left
So gapping was his societal rift
He felt embarrassed even to ask for a lift
With forced obedience ; Trained brilliance
Tuned performance; under heedless guidence
He had many a thing to fake a balance
Thoroughbred at notorious asylems to succeed
From the invisible shackles he was never freed
Tailor made lack of confidence
A poster child of societal influence
An imitation of someone his parents copied with reverence
thrown into the hostile world searching his relevance
Induced with qualifications thoughtlessly agreed
Unsuspectingly indoctrinated into faulty breed
Impatiently counting on luck to lead
He saw hoards like him fighting the same need
Their skills judged redundant and routine
They were all fit for a job just taken away by a machine
Anger anxiety disappointment and guilt
Realising how futile the effort over a decade they built
Retreated the victimized restless desperate mob
with pieces of papers in hand and a suppressed sob
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
Death in the Hourglass
The image of the way ahead darkened as I tightly shut my eyes and try to move my feet in vain
The feet that I don't feel any more
I don't know when my breathing turned panting
I struggle in desperation to get out of the ever-deepening quicksand of self-doubt while the heaviness of expectations on my shoulders viciously wanting to bury me.
Millennial life
Waiting for weekend to hate monday
Counting days left for the next pay
An infinite loop, no dead end
Strong or weak, the heads must bend
Faking smiles for status update
Like mongering posts an untold mandate
Crashed hopes and passions, left a desperate mob
we joined to land into the "perfect job"
Someone profits from my lifetime loss
Is living to pay bills the only cause?
The struggle is real
Its mention, trivial
Breaking the rules is everyone's quest
Surviving it is the real test
What kind of design orders everyone to struggle
To make few live in a happy bubble
Time, passions, crafts or arts
We are all whores selling different parts.
The Tryst
He strode quickly
Through the Bush,by the tree, over pebble and dead wood..
Bending twisting and breaking, his path was no good
All a small barriers than the one to cross he should.
As a test waiting for him was the forest stood.
Dodging, running, jumping as fast as he would
To reach the place he wished he already could
Brimming eagerness was too hard to contain
He smashed through like a rolling stone atop mountain.
He had to cross the river
The overjoyed rocks took a dip in the water when his feet stepped on them
As he tried to reach the hands of a bending stem..
Sprung him into air flexing its branch like a bow
a rustle of happiness the tree made with brotherly Love
The lush riverside grass gently received his feet
Made sure he landed smooth and neat
Just like little lanterns brighten up a street
showing the way flew by him a firefly fleet
Though notorious for being wild
she's still a mother and at heart she is mild
Watching him the forest smiled
As lovingly as a mother to her child..
PART 2
The clouds parted letting out curious moonlight
A flutter of intrigued sparrows halted their flight
Sense of accomplishment and nostalgia pulsed in him
Recovering from the sprint he laid in the dim
Ages seem passed, his memory didn't fade a bit
Recalling memories he caressed the dry log she used to sit
Like a bee in the flower he loves the best
He waited for his sunshine in the dark with zest
Gleefully adorning the beautiful love nest,
The thick woods and hallow winds woke up from rest.
wind blew through the trees clearing the glade
with flowers for her a way he made
Seconds had between them hours to fill
For the restless lover it was hard to be still.
PART 3
To hear the notes of her footsteps his ears were athirst
Still intoxicated since he heard them first
Anxious eyes waited for their mirror
none other has ever shown them so clearer
To indulge in her fragrance longed his nose
When she comes into his arms and he holds her close
No word could dare to give the taste of her lips a name
For they can put best works of honey bees to shame
So smooth warm and soft was her touch
Yet she could send ripple of shock with a nudge
Lost in her were his body and mind
He felt the toughest of his lives knots at once unwind
Lept off reality on wings of dreams
Gliding in imagination, dipping into love's warm beams
Part 4
There is a reason for the desperation
A mix of joy and apprehension
Their subtle fight for liberation
Against divide and discrimination
Surrounded by hostile intimidation
They were pushed to take a big decision
Her father said "he is not our kind.."
For you to choose many noble men lined"
We are the purest after the God
We order and they have to nod
Never you dare to hurt our pride
Never let the devil be your guide
I warn you not to break our stride
You can only be a nobelman's bride"
He dragged her by hair and threw her in a cell
She sent a him a dove to end this hell
She promised to meet him at their place
Her spirit desperately needed a Breathing space
He reached the spot under the fir
So, here he was, waiting for her
PART 5
He woke himself stood up alert
The forest around didn't look inert
Faint sound of foot steps he thought he heard
A dim spark of light flickered and then blurred
Excitement and caution
Egerness and restrain
A mix of many emotions
Causing tremendous strain
He crouched behind the bushes
With his eyes piercing into the dark
Footsteps coming closer
But the woods reveald only darkness stark
Finally
A little lamp and a figure in black veil
Stood on the flower way were feet so frail
His bloom of spring, his rain of love,
His warm summer his winter's festive ave
Beauties of the forest gave respectful bow
Before his eyes she stood now
The blooms received feet of their intended guest
The jungle woke up to a joyous fest
They hugged...
Like a droplet in a waterfall that became one with air
Like a raindrop in an oyster made a Pearl so fair
Like a sprinkle that met roots of a little sprout
She washed away his heart's long drought
Part 6
A twig broke at a distance
Hard foot step broke its resistance
Feet moved in forest, Swift and Stealthy
Tough feet that worked for the wealthy
Broad shoulders that could move a boulder
Deep scars from battles and hearts left to moulder
The unsuspecting couple had let their guard down
Mercenaries surrounded them by order of the crown
"Daughter" he screamed
Tremors of fear made her nerves tremble
In shock he recognised her father's grumble
"One last chance for you to come back
To redeem your sin, for the noble blood you seem to lack
Dont be a disgrace to our bloodline..
His life is now a choice of mine"
The princess spoke
"Is this what a loving father means?
Marrying me off as one of someone's many queens?"
Bloodline taught you nothing but empty pride..
Whoever told you otherwise has always lied
Look at me father
I am your child you so loved and cared
Am I not worthy of some pride to be spared
I love you as much as I do love him
But you filled yourself with prejudice to the brim
Your thought is clouded with anger and hate
How you think you will end up at heaven's gate?"
"Enough"
I am bound by the laws of ancestral code
There is no way I can let my honour erode
Tears in me have long gone dry
I dont regret if you cry or die
Part 7
He ordered death
The couple held their breath
They both drew out swords and began their fight
The fierce princess and her mighty dark knight
She was his shield, he was her sword
Together they have slashed through the horde
The swords swung in a rhythm,
the warrior couple was in a brutal trance..
They winked and smiled at each other
even the battle looked like a dance..
The armours got pierced, a spear passed through both heart
She went numb, it was her father's blow she was unable to thwart..
"You have pushed me to this point of bother
You made me become a cold hearted father"
His pride was satisfied as the couple fell on ground
But, for that brief instance they were together bound
His blood flooded into her
both hearts got unified..
The father couldnot see any difference in blood
His prejudiced convictions crucified
The father suddely felt a deep sense of defeat
The ground at once sank under his feet
The warrior princess had a smile on her face
Her father had knit them together on death's lace
The Noble blood decended on to the forest floor
She couldn't bear the pour
The small lamp fell and broke..
The flame escaped into its new found freedom..
The dry logs, dead wood the bent stems of the Fir
The grass, the couple and the heartbroken father,
The glade, the hill and every reach of the forest,
got visited for the last time by the flame..
The flame of grief engulfed the forest and just like the imaginary fortress of prejudices built by men..
Everything turned into ash..
Except for one sprout that stemed out of the puddle of the couple's blood
As a hope
As a question it grew..
Along with it the entire forest..
Resonating one question..
How does pure love amount to a sin
This fight within the human can he ever win?
THE END