Wake Up

Oh Ye! thee that seeketh the fleeting!
Wake up for thee bringeth thine own doom.
Seek Him, the only solace of thy craving soul.
Ask Him not for thy trifle desires;
For He holdeth in His bosom the Bliss of Eternity
Seek His unison and thou shall defy birth and death
Wake up and make haste lest thou shall lose sight of Him
Hold on and leave not His hand lest thou remain imprisoned in the world
Give all thy worries unto Him and drink His nectarine Love.

Longing for Thee

I jabbered and heard not thy melodies

Thy soft whispers reached me not for my ears were ringing with noises

Now, Thy gentle voice soothes my heart and nourishes my thoughts

My heart aches to be in communion with Thee.

But, Alas!I am gripped by lust, power and greed

When will I reach Thy eternal embrace?

I know Thy longing to hug me

will thy longing end?

What irony is that I laugh at my ego for its futility and yet follow it?

What irony is that I ask of Thee pebbles and stones when Thou wishes to confer the preciousest of jewels?

What irony is that I write poems in Thine honour

And yet not have the courage to follow Thy foot steps?

Lord, let this soul's longing for Thee rage into a storm engulfing my entirety

Let this soul dissolve into Thee breaking open the shackles of this earthly bondage.

అన్వేషణ

నీ కౌగిలి వెచ్చదనంకై ఏంత తపిస్తోందో నా తనువుని అడుగు

నీ ఓడిలో నిదురించాలని అహర్నిశలు ఏంత తపిస్తోందో నా చెక్కిలినడుగు

నీకై ఎంత కాలం నుంచి వీక్షిస్తున్నాయో నా కనులనడుగు

నీ ఉనికికై ఏంత వెతుకుతొందో నా మనస్సునడుగు

నీ జాడ తెలియక ఏంత రగులుతొందో నా హృదయాన్ని అడుగు

నీ తలపులలొ ఏన్ని రాత్రులు గడిపానో ఆ జాబిలినడుగు

నీకై నే చేసిన వెల కొలది బాసలకై గడచిన కాలాన్ని అడుగు

ప్రియతమా ! నీకై నా అన్వేషణ ముగిసేనా?

నీకై నే కన్న కలలు నిజమయ్యెనా?

Who art Thee?

It is Thou who infused love & life into this shattered soul

It is Thou who takes care of the whims of this worthless body

It is Thou who quenches this ever thirsty heart

It is Thou who decides the fate of this earthly sojourn

It is Thy will that manifests into the myriad colours of my life

Into Thee and Thee alone that everything converges

Thou art the beat of my heart; love of my life; and the light of my soul.

I ask of Thee

I ask not of Thee riches and comforts

I ask not of Thee name and fame

I stand meekly at Thy Altar and with folded hands I ask of Thee

The strength to do my duty to the best of my capabilities

To place my duty ahead of my privileges

I ask of Thee the strength to love all and hate none

The knack to be truthful yet not be gullible

The wisdom to speak obligingly if not always oblige

I ask of Thee to shed my shyness yet not lose my self-esteem

To know the difference between Love and Attachment;

Solitude and Loneliness; Self-esteem and Arrogance;

Thou hast conferred this Life upon me;

At one moment it seems to be the best gift Thou hast given me.

But in the next I ask " Why hast Thou cast me away with this cursed Life?"

I ask of Thee the strength to lead an honest life and leave this world with my head held high; Proud of the Love and Grace Thou hast bestowed upon me.

What have I to give you?

What have I to give you?

A hollow song of praise!

A rolling tear from moist eyes!

I have enshrined you in the depths of my heart

But I have not the courage and wisdom to follow the path that you have laid.

Even as this fire of guilt devours me day in and day out, I beg at your altar to fill my filthy coffers.

What have I to give you?

A hollow song of praise!

A rolling tear from moist eyes!

Melanchloy of Existence

Deep inside my soul resides the melancholy of existence

Like an ever-following shadow it haunts, carrying with it the footprints of my ugly self.

My clamouring, avarice, lust, jealousy and ego - all it knows.

Those hollow promises and vain efforts - bluntly it shows.

Oh! How it devours my soul

It knows no compassion; it leaves me no peace

How I wonder if it would follow me till the grave?

Have I no escape? Have I no solace?

Only TIME, the eternal companion should answer

Marching towards Pefection

I look back and find that the road was filled with wrong steps

I look ahead and know that the end is not yet near

I tell myself yet again "The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

The purpose of life is not reaching the goal

The purpose of life is the relishing of the pursuit

Life is the seamless flow of yesterday, today and tomorrow

Perfection is not an unreachable destination but an unending journey.

Life with YOU

Lord,
Life with you is unwritten poetry and uncomposed music
Life with you is unheard song and unknown dance
Life with you is unending joy and eternal bliss
Life with you is never ending learning
Life with you is continous melodrama and constant change
Life with you is the innocence of the child; simplicity of the flower; and humility of the sky.
Life with you is a journey towards perfection of everwidening horizons.

A Prayer

Oh Thou of infinite compassion quench the thirst of my parched mouth;
Oh Thou of infinite wisdom break the boundaries of my being;
Let Thy love flood through the entirety of my existence;
Let every moment of my life be filled with yearning for Thee;
Oh Epitome of perfection draw this inert being closer & closer to Thee and let it glow as Thee.

ఏదీ నీ కొత్త కవిత?

ఏదీ నీ కొత్త కవిత?

ఏదో రాద్దామని కలం, కాగితం పట్టాను;

కాని ఏదీ తోచక ఆలోచనా పథం పట్టను.

ఏదొ రాయలని ఉబలాటం - కాని భావాలు వ్యక్తపరచలేని నిస్సహయం!

ఏదీ నీ కొత్త కవిత?

మది సాగర మథనంలో తల మునకయ్యాను;

ఆలోచన ప్రవాహనికి ఆనకట్ట వెయ్య యత్నించాను

ఏదో చెయ్యలని ఉత్సాహం - కాని శ్రద్దాశక్తులను కేంద్రీకరించలేని నిస్సహాయం!

ఏదీ నీ కొత్త కవిత?

ఇప్పుడే వంట చేయడం నేర్చుకుంటున్న కొత్త కోడలి పాట్లు, అగచాట్లు నా కొత్త కవిత

ఇప్పుడే స్వరాలు సమకూరూస్తున్న సంగీతకారుడి తపన నా కొత్త కవిత

ఇప్పుడే చిన్న చిన్న తప్పటడుగులు వేస్తున్న పాప నడక నా కొత్త కవిత.

The Phoenix

Every night I die and I am reborn with the new dawn
Every night I sleep with the burden of the wide world I wake up with the new rays of hope of the rising sun
I enter the darkness utterly confused and I come out into the light with my new found purpose
I am the Phoenix whose birth lies in its death.

Sometimes I lay all night listening to music and searching for my lost love
Sometimes I sit all night looking at the stars and yearning for my lost soul
Sometimes I weep all night talking to my shortcomings and praying for my salvation
But with every morning I spring into action to devour the gift of Life
I am the Phoenix whose birth lies in its death

The morning shows me the colours of music
The morning fills my cup with the zeal of life
The night talks to me about the music buried in the depths of silence
The night fills my cup with the serenity of death
Yet with every dawn I rise for I am the Phoenix whose birth lies in its death

ఏమని వ్రాయను?

ఏమని వ్రాయను? నేనేమని  వ్రాయను?

శౌకర్యపు హంగులలొ మరచిపోయిన మనస్సు గురించి వ్రాయనా?
పని వత్తిడిల వల్ల వదులుకోబొయే కనుపాపల నిదుర గురించి వ్రాయనా?
నేనెవరో, నా ఉనికికి అర్ధమెమిటిటో అని ప్రశ్నించుకోవడానికి కూడ తీరిక లేని ఈ కొత్త జీవితం గురించి వ్రాయనా?
అందరి మధ్య తిరుగుతూ వున్నా ఒక్కసారిగా ఒంటరి బాటసారినని మదన పడిన వేల క్షణాల గురించి వ్రాయనా?
నా స్వామినెప్పుడు చేరుకుంటానొ తెలియక, ఆ విరహపు శిఖరాగ్రములకు చే రుకోలెక నేను పడే వ్యధ గురించి వ్రాయనా?

కర్మ మార్గమే నా బాటని తెలిసికూడా ఈ మజిలీ గురించి అలోచించి అలోచించి నే విడిచిన లక్షలాది నిట్టూర్పల గురించి వ్రాయన?

ఏమని వ్రాయను? నేనేమని వ్రాయను?

The Journey, The Music and The Voice

I stop by the lake to have a cool sip of water to wet my dried up throat and rest for a while in a long and unending journey. Thoughts of the journey cloud my mind and a cold chill crawls across my spine. The journey seems aimless but I cannot rest! The path is unclear yet I must not stop. The only lamp I have is the music - HIS VOICE

I do not know to dance to its myriad tunes. I do not know of its forms. I care not for its nuances. I only know its soothing touch. Through it I hear HIM constantly whispering into my ears, filling my being with limitless joy and energy.

The day is still young and the journey has just begun. Yet the weight of the journey is heavy for I have not yet learned the power of th Voice. But with every passing moment and every passing day the Voice would be clearer and my faith in it stronger. I shall walk till the last breath of my soul. I do not know if the journey will ever end; I do not know if I will ever reach my destination - But who cares??? I only want to travel till the last breath.

I have but One Dream

I have but one dream
To leave behind my foot prints on the sands of time that I have lived and not merely existed

Those futile endeavours and countless failures
Those unfinished tasks and unkept promises
Those acts tarred with ego and marred with jealousy
Those innumerable moments succumbed to Temptation
Ring through the hollowness of my being

I aspired to build a mansion - wont I be spared of a hut to shelter my petty self

Every night that ends with turmoil finds its way into a new dawn of hope
Evey act of selfless love imprints itself on the sands of eternity
I have but one dream
To leave behind my foot prints on the sands of time that I have lived and not merely existed

The Wandering Traveller

Who art the Oh Traveller ?
Where dost Thee go ?
I know not my name, I know not where to go
I wander aimlessely wherever the light leadest me to.

Who art thy companion oh Traveller ?
When dost thee Rest ?
I know of no companion save He who fills air into my breath
I know not of rest and work - only the weight of my existence

What is thy language, Oh Traveller ?
What songs dost thee sing ?
I know of no language, save that which trancends Mankind
I sing not of any songs, save the glory of my eternal companion

The Insane Man

He often laughed aloud and talked aimlessely
People knew he was INSANE
But in the darkness of the night, he wishpered and they heard him not!!
Few would scorn at him,; Few would ignore him; But a few would love HIM. 

He would often dance merrily unconscious of the surroundings
And then People would joke about him for they knew he was INSANE.
He would often roll around in the mud and come home shabby.
Few would mock at him; Few would laugh at him; But a few would look at HIM. 

He knew of no principles; no religion; and no purpose in Life.
He would wander in the woods aimlessely and sing aloud in the most Hoarse voice.
And then people would not pay heed to him for they knew he was INSANE.
Few would curse him; Few would scold him; But a few would love HIM.

The Real Man...

When Problems worry you and desires haunt you;
When the Solutions seem to be far from near and the means incomprehendible.
When things are not just in your way;
When you are forced to accept Defeat;
When Life’s Promises apparently seem to be Hollow;
-It’s then that the Real Man comes out Triumphant.

When Life teaches lessons the Hard way,
When efforts seem to go in vain,
When encouragement is the Scarcest Commodity;
When Future lay completely in the Dark;
-Even then the Real Man smiles and goes Ahead.

Be the Real man and never the ordinary one!
Fight till the end with all your heart and soul;
Victory,then, shall be yours.
Donot Fight for the sake of victory but for the sake of your Self Esteem;
For the Real victory lies in Upholding it.

The Little Boy

As a small kid he had dreams unlimited…

His childhood was not filled with pamperings and comforts.. nor was it marred with gory incidents…

He was a boy with dreams…

God did not give him everything that he wanted… but always gave him what he needed…

As a boy He often thought that God was not so kind to him…but later on realized that God loves him more than He loved Himself…

The aspirations grew with the boy. Of course, they are more sensible now. But still he was a boy with dreams.

As time passed by everything did not work in his favour. Life was not a bed of roses… But everything was not bad. Life was not a bed of thorns either!

The dreams have taken new shapes with every passing day.But the lay unachieved and miles away..

The Boy realized that the best way to make your dreams to come true is to get up and work.

The Journey has begun for the boy.He was a boy with dreams..