Wednesday, 21 September 2011

ENDLESS JOURNEY

I started from somewhere
Did not know till where would I go at all.
Yester, today, past, present
Time spent, spending
Was crystal clear known
        Only, in experience

All the paths are for morrow
They extend along, stretching the man
What’s tomorrow?
Will it be like yesterday? Or else
At least like today?

I am asking you –
Tell me- can you say surely?
Try    - try imagining a little

Perhaps none can tell!
In to the morrow unimaginable
Not knowing our way leading where to
We tread forward.
The good deeds of today,
Remove the hurdles of tomorrow’s path
All of them say so
Some seek god, worship
Embracing all the ways around god
For a good morrow
Prostrating, on kneels, into the ecstasy of prayers
They relax weeping immensely.
In their worship of god
They do not even care for the man beside them.
Some of them store the prasadam with patent rights.
And some more turning holy soldiers
And some more bubbling in the mass preaches

Luring with money, inviting into the religion
They are washing off the past.
Can we befool the attitude changing the attire?
Can we erase the growth of the past that come from within?
Only by reciting the words
Can we turn religious followers?
Can we pour our mind in total in to religion we changed to?

One word from me!
In the journey of life love is the only access to reach near
In the journey of love my beloved is my companion.
Glancing into the eyes of my lady love
A feel of lifetime security
Though weeps and tears perturb me
The self confidence I pour into me from her
Always keeps me losing not.
Loving my beloved heartily
Penance to have a darsan of her inner self
All this
Is this labor of mine is to love the fellow man.
It is from this hard slog
The voice within speaks to me so
‘Man is truth, Man alone is truth, besides Loving man
Rest all is false’.
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Telugu original : EDATHEGANI  PRAYAANAM
By : YAKOOB  KAVI
 Translation by:  jagathi

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

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) ]

Monday, 22 August 2011

Sahaja Bhaasha



Indian Review : Sahaja Bhaasha by Yakoob : Trans – Jagaddhatri


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Native Tongue

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 translationJagaddhatr

Tuesday, 16 August 2011

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) ]

Tuesday, 9 August 2011

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) ]