Every day

i spell her name

in silence

every day i count her qualities

in abundance

who else can stand so tall

in my meditating prayers?

a mother and only  

each mother always..

collect all the painful
memories In  a  jute  bag
and bury it deep down the soil
and seed some hopes for
germination to take place in future times
and reap needed benefits fruitfully together..

my friend
and enemy too
my loneliness...

from all over the woods
sailing with spring shoots
bird songs

Quakes and tremors
take Rest In Peace
we are truly fed up..

her untimely

departure from

these streams of my life

made me a wingless bird

and a broken

musical instrument..

asked the flowers

about the color of her skin

it smilingly replied it is pink

I  delightfully eclaimed "it will sync"

Eagerly questioned the waves

about her communication speed

it said "highly understandable."

i feel immensely pleased, it is acceptable.

interrogated the sky

about the depth of the affection.

it immediately retorted with a question Why?

and there after exhibited its large expanse.

I  asked the lake waters

about her purity of heart.

"not at all a desert"

they replied in cool tempers.

it tasted me like the much desired dessert.

I  enquired about the possession of fire

and the intensity of love

it said till now "no affair"

i felt it to be totally fair 

Then I decided to propose.

I ardently hope she won't oppose

let me wait till the "valentines day" and decide

whether I am strictly on the right side

 or wise better  to be otherwise.

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The dancing stances
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Hovering clouds
all around the azure sky
are truly ephemeral
and unequvivovacally
start dancing to the tunes of
the shining sun and mesmerising moon...
who can now dare say that
their movements are not
in tune at all with the creator's
 described  norms and  destined designs?

In this star studded night
why to wait for the moon
when it lies  just  besides me
on my bed?
 in the  slightly dark room
smiling at me and
smelling the fragrance of jasmine...

shallow sounds
from my bedroom
trapped tape--

SHEER TWO WORDS
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Waiting for you
all through the night
did i spend a sleepless night
just for you,thinking all about you!
have you at any day or night
spared a minute just not to think about me
but only  TO SAY two  words
 feeling heartily about my drudgery
in our day to day life---Thank you--
These two words just two words would have
given me a moral boost to strain further
for the sheer welfare
of all of you in one mind and one soul!!
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Where have you gone?
of late you are invisible
and not found liberally
 any where around!!
What has gone wrong with you?

You are my epitome of  love for humanity
and  read every where  in the closed circuits!
i searched intuitively from my inner self too.
you are some where parading around!
or else how can  i  have such sweet dreams
circling round you in all the nights!

Tell me the secret of your vision!
Either today or tomorrow
I  can adapt the same technique
to masquerade -----

pink petals
strewn all over the floor
how to complete
my spring cleaning----
without hurting their hearts?

whereever  you go
i simply follow you
i am neither timid
nor intermittently bold
my foot steps lay firmly
 on the  slippery sand

putting an end to
sounding  speculations
the    streaming silence..

What you, me and all others can liberty
is the destiny we destined to reach.
Time and tide as you already know
never or for ever,  waits for any body
so it is appropriate time to all of us
to  awake arise ,till the goal we reach.

artist painting

the rain bow

on a showering day

where shall i keep colorless

tears of the canvas board?

With all added vigor
and spiced up vitality
i started my poetic career.
messages started to flash high in esteem
 from poets spread over   all the four corners of the universe.
But i am always keeping a low profile
not allowing  any pints of ego or envy take a front seat.
and brow beat me, my  caliber and capacity to get a sturdy  stance.

Poetry when expresses our power charged   feelings
 with so devotion and well organised  dedication
 i am sure will have due recognition
in the heart of hearts of all readers!

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all that glitters
on those flower beds
wilted haiku.

eagerly waiting for him at  shores
i leave all my delightful joy
to salt waves touching  my feet 

slowly counting

syllables in haiku--

all those aha moments

missing

one after another--

ushering straight
through
the bed room window pane
the golden rays of
spring sun

Emptying wine bottles
even after midst of night
the moon
on the other side of my bed
not found around? missing!!
whirr-------reeling mind
slaps me ahead!!

Over  cups  of freshly brewed  coffee
let us discuss in clear  detail
how best we should ultimately win?
defeating all  of  the other women
entered jubiliantly into  this prominent  race.
ego and envy are only our concerns---

you are an unposted love letter

and also an unwritten love poem

what all i can you delightfully tell about you my dear

truly you are indeed the woman of every year very near and dear!!

parading

high above the clouds

well below the mountains

painted 

greenwood trees.

the message

returned

undelivered.

a phone call

un answered.

What if?

on a valentene day

to that departed soul!

unending quest

unquenching thirst

shared between us

a message arisen

on V.day. fest.

Rumi dancing

on the world of words.

LiPo comfortably enjoying

the pints of age old wine.

What more do you want

on this festive day of love?

let us join hands

and melodiously sing

duets of love,one after another

and enjoying the gaiety

of being to gether on time.

Hoping to stay for ever
willthisworld takes care?
hoping for a permanent abode
 will this time favourbly decide?
enen if you desire to stay long
will not the death restrains to bang?

blow out all the expensive  darkness
lighting  simple  lamp full of  brightness,

protruding
through the hard rock
the soft scents of a rose bud
assuring me
a life full of  fragrance
to day,tomorrow
and a days to come
 there after.

you are out of the coverage area
my call may not reach you
but be sure that
my heart and soul will reach reach you
through this hand written
 words of our own world.

on the V day
he sent me a rose bud
will it bloom before hand
to spellthe word of love?

with this rose bud

did he send any message?

please open up your lips,my beloved!

and entertain my heart,mind and soul

with his lovely tunes,once again.

how to peck this bark?
on this cold snowy day
this bird questions me!
in an unilateral voice
sans full stops and commas 

disheartening
the hopes of spring
another snow fall again.

keeping
 hand in hand
let us move together
racing speedily
with the pace of life.

i am trying to write a poem
with no words as such
but to touch
 the whole world
  in touch screen method.

come soon

hoping to see you in no time

spring angel,

my beauty queen

dressed in amazing green.

rising and falling
our natural trait
don't worry at all
my dear onlooker
see and enjoy the beauty
of our mother nature
atom by atomand relax
mindfully from time to time.

sweetness
never lost
in his words
whether it is spring
or simply winter
or finally autumn.

waiting for you
eagerly in want of you
an indelible love
expediting
to new heights of  affection.

the mind and soul

are getting darker

day by day

light a lamp

to drive away the devil

of darkness, once for all!

Death not a misfortune

nor birth a tuned fortune.

both arewritten long back

on your fateline

by the almighty

you are destined to believe!

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Rumi dancing

on the world of words.

LiPo comfortably enjoying

the pints of age old wine.

What more do you want

on this festive day of love?

let us join hands

and melodiously sing

duets of love,one after another

and enjoying the gaiety

of being to gether on time.

నల్లులతో సహజీవనం చేస్తూ
జనం యాతనలు పడుతున్నరొజులు
అప్పట్లో అశేష ప్రచారంగల పత్రికలో
విశేషంగా ఓ ప్రకటన వెలువడింది.
నల్లులను చంపే యంత్రం 5 రూపాయలకే
కేశవరావు దాన్ని అతిజరూరుగా తెప్పించాడు
అందమైన పెట్టెలో భద్రపరిచి వుంది తెరిచాడు,
ఆశ్చర్యం రెండు పలుగురాళ్ళు ఏ  బీ అని రాసివున్నయ్.
చిన్నకాగితంలో చుట్టబడివున్నాయ్.కాగితం విప్పిచూసాడు.
నల్లిని పట్టుకుని ఏ అనే రాయిమీద పెట్టి బీ అనేరాయితో గట్టిగా
కొట్టండి నల్లి హతం,మీబాధ ఖతం--
అప్పట్లోఇదే ఐదురూపాయలకు రేడియో వొస్తుందంటే రంగు రంగుల
బొమ్మ ముద్రించిన కాగితం వచ్చేది--
జై అమృతసర్ జైజై జలంధర్--అక్కడినుంచే ఇవన్నీ ఉత్పత్తి అయే వంచనల కర్మాగారాలు.


శివుడద్రిన శయనించుట
రవిచంద్రులు మింటనుంట రా
జీవాక్షుండవిరళముగ శేషునిపై
పవళించుట నల్లిబాధ పడలేకసుమీ!! ఇతిశివం
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keenly,   we are now shrouded by
sounding cries in cracks.
these horrible    
always try to keepus away
from peaceful stances forever.
When we make a stroll onto the streets
the racing vehicles sound horns
in high decibles,keeping the environs to go astray.
in the enraged moods of over taking
the vehicles riding ahead especially at traffic signalpoints.
When wedesire to venture into  streets and smaalllanes
the dogs start barking as if we are there as burglers.
and owners of some pets start howling at us for no reason.
Then if we attend a political meeting,to incite the gathering
against their opponents, the speakers make horrible sounds
with voices shrilling into fearsome dialects.
if we resort to taking to rest in our abodes, the drunkards
residing in the neighbour hood start scuffles with their better halves, just for no reason wghat so evermatters no concern.
in all these instances which actually irritate us
we can blame none.
our life on earth actually  started with loud cries from mother's wombs. but these cries are not for beating the ear drums
but they spread notes of delight to all the  visiting guests
while other ones which we here to day are truly foul cries
of all the disgruntled fools only born for spoiling peace sarrounding around us.
Telugu : arupulu---by Dr.C.Nrayanareddy. English: purushothamarao
from vaakkuku vayasulEdu-- collection of poetry by the poet.
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who can take the baton
to drive out this  thick darkness?
the setting Sun enquired.
a wax candle said  '   i 'll try!'
will power forever takes the lead!

Extempore
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She is not spiritual,
but she can talk extempore
about the existence of
a super natural power,
when she gulps spirits
more than her normal limits.

Home they brought
the warriors dead.
  Both the warring groups
cried for them.

Alas!!
the declared war
is still alive.