NOT A WASTE !

Not a waste

anything-

Every enjoyment essential,

every  event for an entity only—

Let the sea swell still, still….

Nothing goes waste!

Let man appear in

Myriad shapes,

The ultimate survives on its own !

Then and there, all forms look

Tempting of terrifying—

Baffling as a bewitching spectacle

May disappear instantly !

To await with utmost patience

Is the need of the hour,

Let us extend entire responsibility to time!

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[Translated from Telugu by T.  S.  Chandra Mouli & B.  B. Sarojini from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Thadi (P.144) ]

SECRET

A bird folds sky

in its wings’ spectrum----

                             wings the sources of its confidence  !

Branches of a tree beckon the sky

stretching strenuously day and night---

                                          sap green confidence in their confidence !

Years chase time

relentlessly ---

                     life, source of their inner strength!

Self-confidence, my secret---

that dazzles on dainty movements!

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[Translated from Telugu by T.  S.  Chandra Mouli & B.  B. Sarojini from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Rahasyam (P.144) ]

The Creative Movement

Solitude

Whirling dreams

Fingers cajole, caress as they

More through strands of Lair

Drowsily into the depth of ecstasy

In the radiance of serene half-awakened consciousness

Embodying each passing moment with care

A great ecstatic cell is created

Words glow

Like the gleaming sap in the beaks

Of birds that perch on corn fields

This is the poetic hour

The creative moment.

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[Translated from Telugu by Dr. Y. Satyanarayana from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Kankula Pallu  (P.93) ]

Sahaja Bhaasha

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All dreams near the one
Doused in a sound peaceful slumber

Danger greets the one who is
Walking with fear and fret
One who treads fearless
Reaches his destiny without hassle
One travelling lovingly can alone
Build himself as a complete man
One who apprehensively steps into
Forever suffers in the hell like life
Courage
Is a tool specially made for life
One who holds it
Doubtlessly stores his victory in the life’s almirah—

Fearless wandering is only real life
Isnt’t it!

Telugu original: SAHAJA BHAASHA by YAKOOB
English translation: Jagaddhatr

THE CHILD IN ME

I trust the boy within me.

I find endearing, absorbing

His impishness

His pranks

A child is like a tender flower

Swayed by the gentle breeze

Delicate

Toddlers feet and

Crawl

Are like a native village pining

To redeem the land’s debt

A child eats clay

Rubs it like sandalwood paste

Melts at a touch

Laughs blissfully

His wadding gait

Is in itself

A work of art

When I talk to myself

About the nectar

My earliest bowl of 

Milk was

About the love that mother

Taught me as it flowed through

Her milk

About the sorrows and the joys of the world

Then

It  is this child within me

Who moves inside

A churning-stick his hand.

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[Translated from Telugu by Dr. Y. Satyanarayana from the volume Sarihaddu Reekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Pilladu (P.9) ]

Moisture

For him, who sleeps among blossoms

Rainbows are not required at all!

For flushing with verdant green,

Spontaneity of sprouts is not needed!

For him moistened with cloud’s conscience,

Need arises not to be luminous again like lightening!

For him, who slides as strain of bloodstream,

Acquaintance with moisture of momentous life unessential!

To him, who defines nature of love

Its not essential to disclose discourse of debilitating past!

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[Translated from Telugu by T.  S.  Chandra Mouli & B.  B. Sarojini from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (Nov.2002) ; poem titled : Thadi (P.29) ]

Let us Speakout !

Yes,

let us speak out:

desire to speak out itself a remarkable revelation!.

Fact and fiction in speech

no longer differentiable.

In fact,

What is compassion, or crookedness,

What is good or bad

No longer discernable!

Let us speak out

Amidst words

That are like a sweet smile

Acquired on vowing life;

That are like the unmolested raindrop,

That are like mother’s affectionate kiss!

Unfettering the shackled words

Let us speak out freely!

Yes, this is the time to speak out-

Awaited this moment all these years avidly;

Not for me alone

But, for all of us, this is the movement!

Time to dismantle demarcations,

Come dear

Let us speak out freely!

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[ Translated from Telugu by T.  S.  Chandra Mouli & B.  B.  Sarojini from the volume Sarihaddu Rekha (2002), poem titled Maatlladudaam (P.43)  ]