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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

అడుగు


అడుగు 

అది ముందుకు వేస్తే గెలుపవ్వాలి
ఆగితే ఆలోచన కొసం అయ్యి ఉండాలి 
వెనుకకు పడితే తెలివి అయ్యి ఉండాలి

ముందుకెళ్లటం ధైర్యం
ఆగి ఆలోచించటం జాగ్రత్త
వెనక్కి తగ్గటం వివేకం

కానీ 
వెనకడుగు అలవాటయిపోతే మాత్రం అది భయం

నీ పంచనేజేరి
నెమ్మదిగా యేమార్చి 
నీలో నిప్పును నీరుగార్చి
నిలువలేవని నమ్మించి
నిశీధి లోతుల్లో నిద్రపుచ్చి
బద్దకమే నీరసంగా
నీ జీవితమే నిరర్థకంగా మార్చేస్తుంది 
నీ చేత నీకే తీరని నమ్మకద్రోహం చేయిస్తుంది.

లే

నిన్ను నువ్వు గుర్తు తెచ్చుకో 
నీ స్వేచ్చ నీకు నువ్వే  ఇచ్చుకో
నీ కలకి నీ చేయూతనివ్వు
నీ రాక ని లోకానికి తెలియనివ్వు 

భయం లేదు మిత్రమా 

నీ గర్జనకి నీ మేక ముసుగు చిరిగిపోతుంది
గడ్డకట్టిన గిట్టలు పగిలి పంజాలవుతాయి
ఒళ్లు విరిచి జూలు విదిలిస్తే మేకతోలు ఎగిరిపోతుంది
పొగరు దిగిన ప్రపంచం పాదాల దగ్గరికొస్తుంది.. లే.. పద..

Sunday, 4 November 2018

Slave Customer




Neither a god, Nor a king
A slave, Indifferent to his own suffering

He is the addict, Product is his drug
Rationality reason swept under the rug

Upgrading device, degrading common sense
Makes a slew of posts with overrated non-sense

Home is the mobile, door is screen
Windows are plug points, news feed is cuisine 

Reality strikes once in a while
Unpaid bills heap in a pile

Then comes a word, update your style
He joins chain of inmates stretching a mile

he stands in long and desperate que 
With all the money left to buy the so called “new” 

Buying is the high, 
Nobody asks why

Told to “Think different”,
They sold him a lie

Saturday, 3 November 2018

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

Tuesday, 2 October 2018

కాలకన్యక


ప్రతి మార్పూ కొత్త పుట్టుకే ప్రపంచానికి

వర్తమానపు అసమర్ధతలలో నలిగి 
'సత్వా'గ్రహ బీజమై చరిగి
ఙ్ఞానాన్వేషణ లో ఒద్దికగా మునిగి
మేధోనాదం గా పెరిగి

పూర్వానుభవపు మంచి చెడుల తర్కమై
కళావేశాల కదలికలు తన ఉనికి ప్రకటనై
విషమూలాలగు వంచక మూకలపై గర్జనై
సామాజిక రుగ్మతల పడగలకెదురై 

పెల్లుబిక్కిన విప్లవఘోష పురుటినెప్పులుగా
అమరవీరుల రుధిర ధారలు ఆయుధాలుగా
కాలగర్భ మూఢాంధకారాలు ప్రకంపించగా 
విభజనల ఇనుపతెరలు పొరలుగా చిరుగగా 
స్వేచ్ఛా వాయువు పీల్చుకున్న మార్పుగా 
తన తొలి రోదన నవశకానికి నాందీనాదంగా

సరికొత్త సమసమాజ నిర్మాతగా నిలుస్తూ
తన తప్పటడుగుల తో అసమానతలను అనుస్తూ
అభ్యుదయ భావాలను పఠిస్తూ పాఠిస్తూ
యెదుగుతుంది కాలకన్యక తన గమనాన్ని తనే శాసిస్తూ

స్వయంభువుగా తననుతానే సృజియిస్తూ

Sunday, 12 August 2018

The Rain lover

(Pic credits ARUNCHANDRA BOSE)


A walk in the rain
Relieves me off a lot of pain

Rainfall and me,
We have a deep connection

I've always found a great comfort
When I walk in, see or think of it

A walk in the rain
It calls out and reminds me of my self

Eagerly greets me tapping windows
A touch of seductive cool breeze follows

How long it has been since we had a talk?
Come on out, lets get a walk

Am not a fan of getting drenched so
A small or big umbrella with me should go

I step out into her magical fall
While into a dry shade everyone crawl

In the middle of rain
Is the perfect alone time

a fickle companion she is
I end up talking to me every time

Between the vulnerability of getting wet
And the safe warmth of self I feel alive

A uniquely chaotic silence of the sputtering
Gives mysterious peace and solace

Burdens I can cryout and happiness I share
She wont ever judge me, that I'am aware

So, I give up the umbrella once in a while
To indulge in her intimate hug

To say a poetic note,
For a talk with self,
To enjoy great music
Or just a silent nothingness
All one can enjoy with just 
A walk in the rain

A romantic companion
A comforting friend
A knowledgeable mentor
My rain

Wednesday, 25 July 2018

The freedom I wish for..



The freedom
I wish for

The freedom 
of running in the streets free of any worry

The freedom
Of laughing without hurting somebody

The freedom
From fear and fear mongering

The freedom
From doubting self and others

The freedom 
Of not judging and not being judged 

The freedom
From Faiths, nations and their fanatic fan clubs

The freedom
From greed and misery 

The freedom
From money and cancerous economy

The freedom
From left and right wings

The freedom
To be an independent observer

The freedom
To think 

The freedom 
To be myself

The freedom 

To dig my nails of truth deep into the heap of masks I am wearing for the world and peel it off

Yes I will bleed
Yes I will feel the pain
Yes I will scream

That scream is not of agony
It is the liberation
an explosion
from the ashes of which rises the phoenix of my free spirit 
breaking out of the shackles keeping me drowned in self-doubt 
and 
gain my rightful flight into the sky

Where, the sun will caress my face with its brightness
While the winds groom my hair
The thunders will sing my victory songs all over the world

Thunderbolts of my writings will destroy demons preying on the inner beauty of my fellows

The rains will wash off the dirt of despair from the face of my earth

The divisive fault lines will get merged in equality

The seas of compassion flood and drown selfishness 

The directions will resound the rebirth cry of humanity

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)


(Credit Getty images)


Thunderbolt of alarm sound 

tearing the calm sky on sleepy ocean

pushed off the edge of paradise 

into a Free fall of Fear and despair 

Pain of light smearing into eyes

Parting with the loving blanket and bed

The vicious cold air sucking all the heat

Rose the half rested body

Accepting a harsh hard cold greeting from the floor

Overcoming the mutiny within

Reluctant feet nudge a stand

Drenching in consciousness 

Grabbing reality 's helping hand?

Sunday, 8 July 2018

కవితాశక్తి


కవితాశక్తి

ఒక కవిత కి ఉండే పొగరుండాలి మనందరికీ 

పడుంటుందేమో మడిచిన పుస్తకాల 
వరుసలలో అటకలమీద ఎక్కడో ఎన్నాళ్ళో ఒక కాగితాల కట్టగా 

కానీ

తన భావాన్ని చూడగలిగే కంట పడితే 
ఆ కంటికి అర్ధం చేసుకునే మేధస్సు ఆచరించగలిగే మనసుంటే 
ప్రపంచాన్ని శాసించగలదు 

మేఘానికి తెలియదు తనకు పుట్టిన చినుకులు ఎక్కడికి పోతాయో ఏమవుతాయో 
కవి కి తెలియదు తన కవితాఝరి ఏ మొలక మనసుల 
భావాల వేరులకు ప్రాణమవుతుందో 

భాష నేర్చి భావాలు కూర్చీ 
పదాలను ఏర్చి అందంగా పేర్చిన ఒక కవి హృదయాంతరంగం లో 

ఉంది

ప్రపంచాన్ని మార్చేయగల శక్తి
బలహీనులకు బలాన్నిచ్చే భుక్తి
మేధస్సుకు పదునిచ్చే యుక్తి
సత్యాన్వేషి కి ముక్తి 

అందుకే

ఒక కవిత కి ఉండే పొగరుండాలి మనందరికీ

పుట్టుకా చావు అనే అట్టగోడల మధ్య 
జీతాలు జనాలు జనారణ్యాల కాగితాల మధ్య 
ఆ చిరు కవితలాగే ఇరుక్కుని దాగుంటుంది నీ మనసు

తెరిచి చూడు ఏముందో 
నీ హృదయాంతరాళం లో 

చదివి చూడు నీ మనోభావం 
ఎం చెప్తోందో 

తెలుసుకో 
నీ జీవితానికి అది ఎం అర్ధం ఇస్తుందో 

సాగిపో ఇప్పుడే 
నీ దగ్గర సమయం ఉందో లేదో 

చాటిచెప్పు ప్రపంచానికి 
నువ్వెంటో 

లే.. పద..

Tuesday, 3 July 2018

To Guilt




Guilt, the greatest of enemies,
for it comes from no stranger  

A self nurtured foe 
The someone whom you know

A self inflicted war within
With one who is so akin

YOU.

A mire that pulls one down into a subtle depression
A black hole dwelling in one's heart sucking off life

master in hiding master of disguise
Existing someway in both wise and otherwise

One knows it is there but can never find
A treacherous soul playing games in mind

In defence one might wear a mask
Only to live with threats to unmask

Desperation and anxiety  to prevent the mask from falling
Being a fleeing fugitive becomes lifetime calling

Makes one run away from self in fear
Shattering the standing ground around and near

Throws into mouth of an abyss
That strangles one in a deadly kiss

That consumes its victim in unquenchable thirst of redemption..
Wilfully executing its preemption

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 light is fading slowly

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

Every breath shortened 
Every moment the pain worsened

It was fear
Fastening its coils around me

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.

A competition to death it is
With those who don't share the same track
For some, it is a hard land 
Some were on a horse 
Some sat in a car
Some could sail  through 
Some just flew by
Some own the entire arena, no bother of movement

My path was different as I am so
Mine is a mire

I tried to run, compete to win
In a race to be judged successful

My wounds of past bleeding in the arena
I am the ecstasy for the bloodless half deads.
Lifeless.. mundane.. monotonous 
Screaming in joy like a screeching machine in everlasting fatigue

I can no more see a thing
The sand is already over my head
Darkness had now dawned
I only feel the leeches of insult draining my blood

My mind went numb thoughts hazy
I can only hear the world yelling "Lazy"...

Sucked slowly into the dimension of death
Peaceful.. silent.. dark.. depth

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