Friday, July 31, 2015

[31]  A prophet and an Epoch

The mean and dirty thoughts of the cruel people
are polluting the  charming beauty of nature.
The kind heart is getting wounded in the melee.
With  purity in  heart
it will extend its cup of hands for the sapphire,  at the dawn
and remove all the layers of the curtains .
and When things of creation  it gets  astonished
and wails when glanced at the humans.

The human who lives with patience
and wear the silence as a pear ornament
conversing with this world with all glances
and writes the celestial and ageless  universal poetry with musically blessed heart..
and  in the zones of life’s springs,  he will make the colourful flowers to bloom .
butterflies , arrive at in groups,  to take bath in the pollen .
in his words affectionate  bonds flow in streams.
and in the looks,  another world with so much of beauty and radiance
will usher in   in clear vision.
in the mind, the  celestial Ganges  start overflowing
for ever in his heart, streams of thoughts of building a great mansion  spring in.
string of ideas that rise high like great tides
and sprout like  civilized  icons of consciousness
and lay paths spreading moonshine all the way.
and windows of ensuing dawn start opening up
 and all the bashing days of hot sun shine in his life
will melt away like the dew drops ,in the rising rays of Sun
and in the affectionate soft swing sways of the supreme spirit
plunge slowly into the deep sleep.
He is a prophet to this whole world
and  an  epoch to this new dawn .





[31]     The cruel and mean thoughts of the human world
are  spoiling the textured beauty of nature..
The kindred heart is left with umpteen wounds.
With the well wishing mind and heart
it will extend its cup of hands for the this  early dawn 's saffron powder
and it will shatter down the shuttering membranes .
When it thinks of creation, it gets extremely excited
and plung into deep depths of sorrow ,when it comes across humanity as a whole.

The person who lives with needed patience will adore silence
 as the  priceless ornament.
He extends his visibility to converse cordially  with the world
and starts writing a universal volume of poetry
with the musical sense and apt  notation  
which will be  imperishable on sands of time,
and in the valleys of life's streams
he will be raising flowers similar to the colours of a rainbow .
then the butterflies will roam round these flowers in groups
just to take a shower bath in the pollen tubs . of these candid flowers.

And affection flows heavily in his words as afferent streams .
In his visionary treats another world sizzling with beauty
is observed .
in his mind , the galactic Ganges start flowing in full swing ,

Forever , in his benign heart ,the thoughts of constructing high mansions
with brightening pace in another world , find an added place.
 Like rising waves at high altitude will converge into vulnerable ideas.
and they sprout ahead like civilized rock sculptures
and spreads around like the moonlit paths .
Early dawn’s doors start to open widely

all his painful summer strips  in his life,  begin to melt like dew drops
in the warm embrace of sunshine and its avowed rays

all these grievances take refuge in the cool and calm temperament of the almighty
at this outset he is the best preacher for this modern world
and is a  leader for tomorrow’s dawn
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[34]  This world is   not prepared to hear the purified , radiant, musical notes
looking at this civilization
and the  thought process
Even the trees are shedding their green leaves in Toto
birds are migrating
In the desert ,pedestrians  , who bear  the garlands of hot sunshine
are being glanced at.
and the song of life is grumbling like wings severed birds , that are unable to fly.
how many dreams are heaped up by me.
and how many sweet moments were spent in creating elegant pictures of fraternity bonds that are filled with  beauty and charm.
and friendship that showers golden   anoints  
decorates many auspicious strings, charmingly  on the earth space  .
and unveils many splendid heights in life’s columns.  
This confluence is the true connoisseur of these rhythmic dances                      
 and also the grand audience of resounding notations of lord Siva.

Like the season of spring ,how many beautiful attires are being  worn
and how many influential and enticing notes are being tuned with these octaves of music , are really unknown, uncounted  and un assessed too.
So blue flower that bloomed in the life’s expanse of sky
 is this the only and lonely  thing that is  friendship.
The hearts that are mesmerized  by this  love song is friendship only.

With the pious and charming smile  of the lord
this  friendship will shake hands with all surging love and affection
and sing the dawn song, with lots of dedication and devotion.
Which one stands a better chance in this materialistic world ,   than the
shining eyes and widened  shoulders of the real friendship ?

In the brains of humans who mingle together as friends
a ray of hope coupled with a unifying thought process must be generated .
And a garland of  delightful tears should stand back ,hanging at the finer edges of eyes.
When this dream comes true in letter and spirit?

When this wave will touch the shore?
The human who has a stronger willful heart equivalent  to Himalayas
and a  heart whose expanse is wider than the sky
Will he shiver with the fear  even if this world  it is lined up to go against him .
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[36]           Trying again and  again,I  am not able to fling the strings of this life’s Veena
to bring out soft and delicate notes and am also not able to severe the  ignorant smoky clouds.
How many  fetters shackled me  in odd obstacles
How many accidental sounds puzzled me
and how many thunder storms of despair, distressed me  and made me powerless

and these endless minutes of despair made me such a n anathematized person
not hearing my daylong cries and not glancing at the dreamy pictures drawn beautifully by my smiling eyes
and not enjoying the sweetness of music rendered by my  blown out natural voice
The world neglected me in many ways.

Though I ploughed the land of life with so much devotion and dedication with intensive  plough share, the rain GOD, didn’t show any kindness in showering rain I am not able to sprinkle, the dreams of spring life.
and able to raise crops that yield fruits of gathered volition in delicate columns.
and am not able to decorate ,beautifully ,the castles of hope in charming fashion .
In the  darkness   rained  by fire of agony  , I am completely  burnt in smoulders .

my song which was rendering affectionately sweetest songs is now like a crippled traveler  and is
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44]    creations’ animated  dance
Today  with no electrifying nerves existing
the human is shivering a lot ,glancing, even at a miniscule object.

He is shutting the doors of knowledge
without  tracing out, any of   the history’s foot prints .
The history of humans,  is inflicted with termites.

and the metallic   arms caught stains ,  and  are decayed .in shambles .

The construction of noble mansions is stopped
All the paths are darkened and    are over crowded.
except lamentations and imprecations
No pure and chaste  song of life,  is heard now  .
The static world , is exhibiting the grief stricken pictures
brushed with lines of sheer darkness  .

The picture of defeated person is mirroring the with fallen leaves of the  bare tree of autumn times.

oh! supreme lord! come down to earth  once , and bless us with all benedictions.

Whenever you tune notes on  the flute, all the blunt hearts start springing tender leaves .

All the stems of the hard trees  will become trees of paradise .

and all the valleys and  hills get thrilled in ecstasy and will make resounds of your flute  notes

The moon in the sky starts singing  swing notes
and all the flowers offer  fragrant , devotional anoints .

With delight and inspiration anew and afresh .fresh ideas start blooming in .
The scents of cordial flowers that blossomed in the garden of our mind
will  sing songs devotionally  at your lotus feet.
our golden hopes  will fling  on the life’s coral Veena

An elegant and vibrant  world  will manifest and creations’ animated  dance , will enchant and  stupefy.
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[48]  Comfortably, in a life’s boat,  on time’s  columns  ------
Uncontrollable  thoughts
suffocate the humans, in many ways
and  also they can tarnish  the dazzling beauty
and  humanized  musical essence .
These are scribbling criminal history on creation’s folios .
This life’s boat like the one entangled cyclonic in storms
  may travel to some unknown darker  destiny.
The hands that are to deliver priceless and precious gems
are dropping down, duly severed  into  many a piece .
The human fastened in innocence and egotism.  is swimming helplessly in sea ,
A  small word of enquiry in the walks of his life’s streams
will give him a great relief and enthuses him  delightfully many ways
and   also delivers an endeavored   enthusiasm .

and the blinking lone star in dimming breadths of   azure sky,  in obscurity,
will rise number of hopes in the heart of the worshipper
and also will tune in many good notes and shed tears .

The life’s journey that continues with  rise and fall
may  discover and pave the way,  for  a dreamy world,  afresh and anew.

With some sensuous and finer  tonal quality, that flow   in high degrees
it will extend the its hands  constantly, cordially  welcoming the radiant   torches .

The nude tree in the autumn days, may bloom
in many fragrant flowers duly  spreading scents in ecstasy,  in ensuing spring ways
and will donate them to the nature  and may exhibit  many  limitless charms in tandem.
The mind,  duly filled with extreme silence ,
may wish anxiously,  to render some beautiful and melodious numbers in resonance.
W ithout any blink of the eye,  it may think high , to spread the whole universe
with some musically adorable  covering cloth, spreading it ,   wide and far  .
With which ideas of music,  and with some deep agony, it  may   feel fine,
 to fill up all the life’s vessels with  some pints of wine .
It may grieve hard,  to bail out this entire world from all insecurity
and take it to the peaceful zones
and may wish curiously to sail, comfortably, in a life’s boat,  on time’s  columns  .
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[48]  Comfortably, in a life’s boat,  on time’s  columns  ------
Uncontrollable  thoughts
suffocate the humans, in many ways
and  also they can tarnish  the dazzling beauty
and  humanized  musical essence .
These are scribbling criminal history on creation’s folios .
This life’s boat like the one entangled cyclonic in storms
  may travel to some unknown darker  destiny.
The hands that are to deliver priceless and precious gems
are dropping down, duly severed  into  many a piece .
The human fastened in innocence and egotism.  is swimming helplessly in sea ,
A  small word of enquiry in the walks of his life’s streams
will give him a great relief and enthuses him  delightfully many ways
and   also delivers an endeavored   enthusiasm .

and the blinking lone star in dimming breadths of   azure sky,  in obscurity,
will rise number of hopes in the heart of the worshipper
and also will tune in many good notes and shed tears .

The life’s journey that continues with  rise and fall
may  discover and pave the way,  for  a dreamy world,  afresh and anew.

With some sensuous and finer  tonal quality, that flow   in high degrees
it will extend the its hands  constantly, cordially  welcoming the radiant   torches .

The nude tree in the autumn days, may bloom
in many fragrant flowers duly  spreading scents in ecstasy,  in ensuing spring ways
and will donate them to the nature  and may exhibit  many  limitless charms in tandem.
The mind,  duly filled with extreme silence ,
may wish anxiously,  to render some beautiful and melodious numbers in resonance.
W ithout any blink of the eye,  it may think high , to spread the whole universe
with some musically adorable  covering cloth, spreading it ,   wide and far  .
With which ideas of music,  and with some deep agony, it  may   feel fine,
 to fill up all the life’s vessels with  some pints of wine .
It may grieve hard,  to bail out this entire world from all insecurity
and take it to the peaceful zones
and may wish curiously to sail, comfortably, in a life’s boat,  on time’s  columns  .
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not visible,  despite time lapse
and not indulges in conversation
on how much we insist upon.

For you ,and your august presence
how long  should i undertake  penance
and how far must  i  have to  trek  on foot

I conversed with the burning hearts
that are flaming on despair.
On how many oceasions  i donated oceans  for containg the tears

The feet that  traversed for longer distances
 and were  thirsty on journeying quite a lot
got tired to larger extent

My feet that got wet on the fall of snow last night
have become beautiful lakes of  weaving waves.

My tone that  once the  sung  divine notes at the early dawn hours
has now become a sorrow filled cloud .

How much



Ar every point,  time always stood as an ultimate winner
and human is getting defeated totally in all counts.

FOR peace and for a wealth afresh and anew
and for arrival of a new  world that utters forever truth and truth alone.

undergoing a hard turmoil in accomplishment of the desired goal
in this restless and sleepless journey
many stalwarts laid down their noble lives.

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[63] With splendid sheen of autumn’s moon shine
I ‘ll become  an inferno song , on Veena
and dance like an anxious  flame.
Like a   lightning creeper
I will invite with an incomparable  and thrillingly  delightful touch .
  People who are in deep sleep  to my lovely embrace,
I  ‘ ll carry them   cordially  to the blooming shores in dancing  tune
and sprout spreading  fragrance in  a quiet and immobile  stances
at the far end corners
and will become a string of sweet delicious  cloud
 that rains ecstasy of  multitude thoughts , gladdened with love.
The charming , radiant and incomparable ocean of expounding beauty
will  kiss the  crystal clear and azure  sky .
The moon who is fondly addicted to love songs, will get thrilled like a spring flute  in moon shine , and all the disks of constellation will be fully decorated with splendid sheen of autumn’s moon shine  and transform cleanly  as fascinating divinity.
The bloomed silent song will  spread over to tender  creepers  of  melodious tunes  .
The whole world in entirety will bloom ahead like a charming chrysanthemum
and will manifest happily, as lovely sportive and deeply entertaining  in amusement
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[21]Decoratively  in sapphire tint.
Whenever,  I visit you
I grow up as a new world, afresh.
All my organs take bath
in the streams of  extreme joy and delight
and the flower spread ,scents of fragrance  bloom afresh.
My eyes become sapphires
and my mind turns into a moonlight sheen
and travels deep  into  ocean of waving  ecstasy
and my musical note, resounds in boundless world
The cloth woven with meritorious and lovely song in musical notes
will be presented to you as a tiny  gift and is placed before your divine feet .
The motherly clouds with all kindness
shower rains, torrentially
and with all graceful stances
sprouts on the earth.
The roar of the hearts of  great people who worship this infinite creation
tingles aloud,  like a moistened notes  of Veda
and in the four corners,
beautiful and delightful dances, bloom ahead in gaiety
An invisible painter draws up inimitably,
 dream lined pictures of immense quality, decoratively  in sapphire tint.
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Oh ! Human,   the great seeker,
who searches deep into creation,
you are unable to return the magnum opus
of  the written collection of  your rich experiences.
and   you are even a beggar who stoutly refused to oblige.
A human who ploughs the monetary field, with both the hands
 and Can’t appreciate the beauty of the tender grass blade.
and  a hard heretic who can’t think big of the life’s solemn truth.
and who spreads ghastly and foul smell.
The humans who don’t allow the  time to sleep
make forward steps with sounding heart beats .
and make musical notes in nerve zones.

Those  genius people, who transform essence of experiences of life
into righteous path
and turn them  all  to  incredible pages of history .

They are sages who light up lamps of inextinguishable knowledge
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[22]
Oh ! Human,   the great seeker,
who searches deep into creation,
you are unable to return the magnum opus
of  the written collection of  your rich experiences.
and   you are even a beggar who stoutly refused to oblige.
A human who ploughs the monetary field, with both the hands
 and Can’t appreciate the beauty of the tender grass blade.
and  a hard heretic who can’t think big of the life’s solemn truth.
and who spreads ghastly and foul smell.
The humans who don’t allow the  time to sleep
make forward steps with sounding heart beats .
and make musical notes in nerve zones.

Those  genius people, who transform essence of experiences of life
into righteous path
and turn them  all  to  incredible pages of history .

They are sages who light up lamps of inextinguishable knowledge

The powerful and mighty giants who can hold the entire sky in the fist
are still moving around in large numbers in this world

and those magnificent  people  who donated their entire assets to this world
and stood here in this world as the indelible addresses, and are root causes for   the total welfare of the world.

The imprecations and cries of drought stricken lots
without whirling around in the empty sky space
Genius people who write commentary for this wonderful and astonishing creation afresh and anew for the love springing from blazing hearts
you paint a beautiful and colourful exciting picture
with  rays flashing  from your  hard working hands
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23]In the fragrant hugs of perfumed flowers .
The singer who can’t spread the charm of sacred syllables and mystic lustre in GOD’S names
to all sides and directions, can’t be able to touch the lotus feet of the supreme God.
H e ,  who can ably and efficiently , can swim on the turbulent waters
will only enjoy the sweet melody of the universal music .
When all the petals bloom in wider range, then only the perfume  of fragrance spreads all along.
Anything that can’t reach the entirety  in all phases  won’t be able to swim in the streams of ecstasy .
The reaching of the goal is the fruitful end to the tiresome  journey.
Love expects ultimately a sacrifice
and it paints different meanings and distinct definitions to dedication,  in varied similes. and  It continues to establish garlanding banners ,on permanent basis
and sprinkles delightful smiles   all over the earth.
It strikes gently the cheeks of tiny tots and journeys straight into streams of the ocean of ecstasy
I am damn tired and   sincerely came for you.
till the last second,  I continue to oblate the pious earth with drops of my blood in all dedication and try had to make my ideological tree,  to flourish and become fruitful in all aspects.
And on its limbs I write n crystal whiteness on  the life’s purity i
and sun  rays  at early dawn looks up,  in more radiance and  lovely stances.
and  waves of spring breezes  feel  excited , in the fragrant hugs of perfumed flowers .
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 [24] Great and final journey

  Some moments in life   will torture me horribly
while some other moments, shower unlimited sweetness
and enhance the joy and delight in me to more heights

The ever smiling stances of your dancing tribe
Startle me in more ways

Even a dried grass blade, desires to live long  for more years to come
and waiting eagerly for the raining cloud , it burns itself in scorching flames
Then why do you crave for a death wish  and choose to die ?
Human! for getting revered  and worshipped in honors
You have to shell down all your assets and belongings.
That is the last step for the great and final journey
and it is  also  the final  stage for quenching all the thirst.

Like the rising Sun , it utters sheer truth, from the blood shedding heart

For the human who traversed  all through the islands of thick darkness
the charming beauty of the lovable  world becomes a reality .

The journey of this life which travels ,  shredding all the dark strips
will open up some divine light
or make sounds on some  well deserved trumpet
in the universal heart .
or open up doors or new vistas to a beautiful and charming abode
or fling the strings of  some enchanting musical notes of life.
Bhagawan!
For purity sake ,
all my organs take bath , in the ocean of your auspicious love.
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[25]The sheen of love
Like crescent moon parading  in the sky,
the cherishing smile on your lips
ornamentally ,  decorates  the human .
Innocent people are scorching themselves as moths
in the blazing flames of fascinating desire for money.

The compassionate , tonal  clouds, unable to shower rains
are migrating to  unknown  far end , corners.
The path that doesn’t resonate sounds of your foot prints
is covering its entire  space , with thick cloth of darkness.
and is  pathetically. rendering tearful music ,
The person who walked through fathoms deep,   in life’s bottom lines
is able to recognize the frightened quivers

Untainted. motionless and spiritless things , sway all along in unoccupied fashion.
To  a person who doesn’t experience the impact of
the burning despair
and  the shredding grief
will not be able to know the real depths of life’s  columns

The painful and sorrowful music that  surges out from the inner columns
rains fire in all the four end corners.
A ll of you who streak into  my sleepless and grief stricken life
with sheen of love,  born in the moist ridden eyes
will satiate hunger of my  inner eye
and mitigate  the  state of agony and distress.
The life boat that sails  comfortably in the ocean of mystical chant
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[25] The sheen of love
Like crescent moon parading  in the sky,
the cherishing smile on your lips
ornamentally ,  decorates  the human .
Innocent people are scorching themselves as moths
in the blazing flames of fascinating desire for money.

The compassionate , tonal  clouds, unable to shower rains
are migrating to  unknown  far end , corners.
The path that doesn’t resonate sounds of your foot prints
is covering its entire  space , with thick cloth of darkness.
and is  pathetically. rendering tearful music ,
The person who walked through fathoms deep,   in life’s bottom lines
is able to recognize the frightened quivers

Untainted. motionless and spiritless things , sway all along in unoccupied fashion.
To  a person who doesn’t experience the impact of
the burning despair
and  the shredding grief
will not be able to know the real depths of life’s  columns

The painful and sorrowful music that  surges out from the inner columns
rains fire in all the four end corners.
A ll of you who streak into  my sleepless and grief stricken life
with sheen of love,  born in the moist ridden eyes
will satiate hunger of my  inner eye
and mitigate  the  state of agony and distress.
The life boat that sails  comfortably in the ocean of mystical chants
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[26]   farewell to  the old age
 I can’t weigh  the heaviness of the tears, you dropped down smilingly.
and also  can’t measure the visible depths of the indistinct affection  of your benign eyes.

Whenever  the lute in my hands start sounding notes
The sky of my inner self will be covered by whitish clouds.
I ‘ll take innumerable plunges into  the lakes of moistened tunes ,
 with all  enchanting ecstasy .
I travel on waves of sapphire tinted dream desires
to an  unimaginable world.
I will anoint  your extremely charming and handsome figure
  in all delightfully amazing and startling gesticulations. With streams of gold
With pain afflicted heart
I sing imperishable , devotional songs.
You after lighting up an inextinguishable lamp in me
which will not dampen , even while stormy winds blow
and  will make me a liberated soul.
and add wings to my heart
and open doors for dawn
and bids  farewell to  the old age
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[28]   on this mundane sphere .
With the soft touch and embraces of the cool breezes,
the tender shoots of the branches which delightfully  stupefied
are shedding droplets of joy in the dawn hours
Oh! human! how are you able to sleep ?
Are not the flames from the blazing heart of the person
 stood before you,  hitting you high  , at all?
Are you not able to hear the sounds of the footprints of him
who is walking all the way to fulfill his ambition and is staunchly
 determined to scale the honourable heights at the top
The soul of the human  which is burning I the flames of misty  fire
for the sake of moonshine, will move ahead and resist any thing that comes across .
The same soul with a strong  determination
will prepare  itself ,  stretching its metallic  shoulders wide and far
to clash with some gales.

Rubbing the sweat on the fore head and sweeping the whole path
 with drops of blood , it continue to move ahead like ceaseless streams

The flowers that are to adorn the head
are  being  pitiably crushed  , in the harsh and cruel hands in heartless ways.
.

Painting the  churning  picture of the sorrowful
nudity of  the despair on the life’s canvas
He is singing the song,  sans an endless chorus .
That agonized person striving hard  in the last phase of breath
is waiting since long , and is burning  hot , with tears
and who is unable to provide for a  shelter for himself.
That endless seeker
is wearied
and tired.
He is the sage  with no edges existing , on this mundane sphere .
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29]  In these endless whirling rounds  ==========
When the supreme lord has given me this birth
and drew a few  lines of my portrait
He decided how should be my character and  the thought process.
and gifted me this astounding power.
This assiduous power fanning its tail in many ways
and dancing extensively with all  sounds of  charm , beauty and astounding ecstasy.
Like the sea that woke up  widening its braided hair, after the  heavy gale and bursts  out with all dare devil acts and deeds.
No body can stop its rage
and no   obstacle can prevent/endure  it.

That power  travels uninterruptedly  like a restless stream.

But life that moves towards perfection could not reach the destined  goal.and also couldn’t merge with the confluence of the  octaves of music .and as well is unable to ascend on to the highest the peak.
and it  couldn’t  dwell deeper into the depths,  to touch your pious feet
and is unable to fructify  to the last The essence of the great journey.

Bhagawan!
to which other life you draw lines of ascent  or cool the heat of the grief
or liberated from the afflicted   curse ?  
In these endless whirling rounds   when this journey ceases !!!
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[30]
String of   flaming lights of   universal  lamp

Poem!
you are forever , my life’s green edged leaf!!!
When the world takes a hard stance
and inflicts injury on me
it will seek refuge at your feet!
My mind which is sprinkling blood drops , will spray dreams in you
and gets the spring of thoughts,
 to flower in, in an unique way

The moon which
pours brightening  sheen
will be drawn  to the  pores of the flute
and the fire in the agony stored blood cells
will be dropped down like showers of nectar
straight  on to the hunger ridden  earth.
Like a celestial singer ,all the  songs tuned  afresh and anew in musical notes
 will be rendered with  added  divine experience to this world
Duly spreading long loin upper cloth woven with extreme love
on the zones emitting bright sheen,
to where you took me in delight
and will relax and recoup with the weaves of your soft fan’s swiftly swayed  waves.
I ‘ll take bath in  the waters of these  peaceful streams under the  blue sky.
in clean and unpolluted environment.
I will clean up  my life  delving deeper into the fathoming  depths of love
and will  also add  spring sheen  to the dew  sprinkled shiny flower scented with finest fragrance.

and  also will decorate the ever fresh and excitingly charming  luster  of the  energizing lamp.
and will travel  on, in the endless path.
tossing up the trenches sans disparities
and will live like human , a fresh
and hang like a string of  bright show of lights of the  universal  lamp
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The baby of love
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 The entire beauty of the whole creation

is distinctly  glanced while  blooming to the full, on  your face .



I  observed the fast pace of  mellifluous music

whirling round,  in your  rendition of delightful tunes

duly dancing  on your gesturing smiles.



The looks that are sizzling from your smiling eyes

are tuning my heart and also  are opening the doors of remembrances

finely,  on  the early  hours of the  morning.

They are also opening up to new vistas to the radiant  and artistic

 extravaganza of the innovative and creative   write ups on love.



Humble and humane feelings, are being woken up, in all the sides

with all dexterity.



My eyes became wet, when some inexplicable and materialistic dream,

manifested before me,  in all surprise.



some streams of affection  are apace,  and flew  straight into my nerve zones



The baby of love, sounding all pep talk , is swinging  cozily




Telugu: Gottipati Narasimhaswamy Trans/Eng: R.Purushothamarao
25] The sheen of love 
Like crescent moon parading  in the sky,
the cherishing smile on your lips
ornamentally ,  decorates  the human .
Innocent people are scorching themselves as moths
in the blazing flames of fascinating desire for money.

The compassionate , tonal  clouds, unable to shower rains
are migrating to  unknown  far end , corners.
The path that doesn’t resonate sounds of your foot prints
is covering its entire  space , with thick cloth of darkness.
and is  pathetically. rendering tearful music ,
The person who walked through fathoms deep,   in life’s bottom lines
is able to recognize the frightened quivers

Untainted. motionless and spiritless things , sway all along in unoccupied fashion.
To  a person who doesn’t experience the impact of
the burning despair
and  the shredding grief
will not be able to know the real depths of life’s  columns

The painful and sorrowful music that  surges out from the inner columns
rains fire in all the four end corners.
A ll of you who streak into  my sleepless and grief stricken life
with sheen of love,  born in the moist ridden eyes
will satiate hunger of my  inner eye
and mitigate  the  state of agony and distress.
The life boat that sails  comfortably in the ocean of mystical chants

will reach the shores of liberation ,duly unscathed 
28]   on this mundane sphere .
With the soft touch and embraces of the cool breezes,
the tender shoots of the branches which delightfully  stupefied
are shedding droplets of joy in the dawn hours
Oh! human! how are you able to sleep ?
Are not the flames from the blazing heart of the person
 stood before you,  hitting you high  , at all?
Are you not able to hear the sounds of the footprints of him
who is walking all the way to fulfill his ambition and is staunchly
 determined to scale the honourable heights at the top
The soul of the human  which is burning I the flames of misty  fire
for the sake of moonshine, will move ahead and resist any thing that comes across .
The same soul with a strong  determination
will prepare  itself ,  stretching its metallic  shoulders wide and far
to clash with some gales.

Rubbing the sweat on the fore head and sweeping the whole path
 with drops of blood , it continue to move ahead like ceaseless streams

The flowers that are to adorn the head
are  being  pitiably crushed  , in the harsh and cruel hands in heartless ways.
.

Painting the  churning  picture of the sorrowful
nudity of  the despair on the life’s canvas
He is singing the song,  sans an endless chorus .
That agonized person striving hard  in the last phase of breath
is waiting since long , and is burning  hot , with tears
and who is unable to provide for a  shelter for himself.
That endless seeker
is wearied
and tired.

He is the sage  with no edges existing , on this mundane sphere .
[30]String of   flaming lights of   universal  lamp

Poem!
you are forever , my life’s green edged leaf!!!
When the world takes a hard stance
and inflicts injury on me
it will seek refuge at your feet!
My mind which is sprinkling blood drops , will spray dreams in you
and gets the spring of thoughts,
 to flower in, in an unique way

The moon which
pours brightening  sheen
will be drawn  to the  pores of the flute
and the fire in the agony stored blood cells
will be dropped down like showers of nectar  
straight  on to the hunger ridden  earth.
Like a celestial singer ,all the  songs tuned  afresh and anew in musical notes
 will be rendered with  added  divine experience to this world
Duly spreading long loin upper cloth woven with extreme love
on the zones emitting bright sheen,
to where you took me in delight
and will relax and recoup with the weaves of your soft fan’s swiftly swayed  waves.
I ‘ll take bath in  the waters of these  peaceful streams under the  blue sky.
in clean and unpolluted environment.
I will clean up  my life  delving deeper into the fathoming  depths of love
and will  also add  spring sheen  to the dew  sprinkled shiny flower scented with finest fragrance.

and  also will decorate the ever fresh and excitingly charming  luster  of the  energizing lamp.
and will travel  on, in the endless path.
tossing up the trenches sans disparities
and will live like human , a fresh

and hang like a string of  bright show of lights of the  universal  lamp 
Intonates in extreme ecstasy
The heart which is delighted with sacrificing element
is not available in present scenario. .
A cuckoo of spring times
is not singing melodiously, from the mango grove.
The delicate and tender golden rays
are sliding down from the edges of azure sky.
The human, who lights up dawn in his heart
With all broadened devotion
welcomes truth, and feels its august presence , as a beautiful and precious, visionary treat .
The octave of music transmits his widened ideology
to the zone of constellation, on the edged wings of azure sky.
His eyes glitter like un dried wet flowers of the cold winter and mist filled moonshine.
Where are the human souls that search the truth
with all blazing fire of agony?
Where is the human, who forgetting all the sunrise and sunset continues to search and seek in the tireless journey ahead.
The naked life which has no hidden columns
will dance at the radiance of dawn, in sheer ecstasy.
He performs all religious rites, with water of Ganges
and brightens high, like fire and unifies with beautiful and devotional pastimes.
The tree which decorates with all tender leaves
will bloom flowers, arisen with notes of fragrant music.

and intonates in extreme ecstasy.
Confining  oddly  in the wheel of fate and fortune
It is all thirsty
and all the universe,  is like a desert
Human, who is kind enough, to offer hither to, a pinch of water ,
has distanced himself, to far off lands.
Not even single tree, which can protect us with all its wider shade,
is not visible  at all till the stretch of  far end corners.
Though the flowers lost their natural scents
and human got rid of the delicateness.
The world formats a doll, with no rhyme or rhythm.
The world sans all dreams
and languages,
moves about all around,  in our active presence.
Human, waits for something unknown and inexplicable.
Life is a volume of poetry, penned for world’s well being.
It will transform itself, as a prophecy, without any significance
and will be concealed firmly in the pages of  book of desires.
To fling strings on Veena, is to extol melodious notes,
in a finely tuned version only .

Human’s life is there to allow flows  in  streams of nectar tickles
filled to the brim with all powerful musical notes to spread onto, all over the earth  .

By birth a human is lover of freedom and liberty.
As long as he moves about, vigorously in this world
Human’s life becomes a hard worded, complex and long sentence
and turns out as a formless , hard rock.
yesterday the person who lectured on the platform,
 in a high tone ,like a thunderous sea
 today, departed well before the arrival of the bright sheen of the dawn.
The refiner who  anxiously wished to glance at the twilight columns of the beautiful modern times, in the deep depths of space and also desired to bloom, in  fragrant flowers of affectionate bonds in fraternity links , is broken into pieces,
Confining oddly,  in the wheel of fate and fortune

and saluted raising up,  both  his hands
29]
Completes and comes to standstill
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oh! supreme lord!
when you have blessed me with thisbirth
and drawn my image
you might have decided how my character
and thought process should run ,
 and propitiated me as  an astounding and very powerful entity.

That powerful force  bloomed in many formats
and dances on immeasurable sounds of musical extravaganza in sheer ecstasy.

Waking up on storming wind
 Like a sea , with all dare devil deeds and dangerous acts,
 it breaks down  heavily . and none can stop its rage
 and no obstruction can sustain its   torrid impact.

That active and powerful force   continues to travel,
uninterruptedly
and restlessly,  as a  stream.

But the life that proceeded  towards entirety
could not reach the goal at all.

and didn't make confluence with octave of music.

not able to scale to new heights
and couldn't delve deeper into , just  to touch your feet
and also didn't gain the fruitful result of the great journey .

Supreme lord!

to which birth  do you plan to  assign on me,
 or how you cool down these hot tempers
or wish to free  from whichever curse!!!

In this unending turn arounds
 when this journey  completes and comes to standstill ?
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[29]oh! supreme lord!
when you have blessed me with this birth
and drawn my image
you might have decided how my character
and thought process should run ,
and propitiated me as  an astounding and very powerful entity.

That powerful force bloomed in many formats
and dances on immeasurable sounds of musical extravaganza in sheer ecstasy.

Waking up on storming wind
 Like a sea with all daredevil deeds and dangerous acts,
 it breaks down  heavily and none can stop its rage
 and no obstruction can sustain its   torrid impact.

That active and powerful force   continues to travel,
uninterruptedly
and restlessly, as a  stream.

But the life that proceeded towards entirety
could not reach the goal at all.

and didn't make confluence with octave of music.

not able to scale to new heights
and couldn't delve deeper into just  to touch your feet
and also didn't gain the fruitful result of the great journey .

Supreme lord!

to which birth  do you plan to  assign on me,
or how you cool down these hot tempers
or wish to free  from whichever curse!!!

In this unending turn abounds
when this journey  completes and comes to standstill ?

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Life’s musical beats



When your song

stretches  long , like creeping  musical notes.

The earth is visualized, as if rubbed all over, with moonshine.

With loosening hair

the personified manifestation

dances with all delight  and  appears before  us in  visible form.

I‘ll draw the sweet nectar rained from your loving eyes

to my cup of hands.



Unable to bear the life’s delightful musical extravaganza         

these idle persons, who blame

 and start  carrying head load of allegations against others

are  ugly and deformed lots, to this  entire creation itself.

They also can’t welcome in any of their births.

the clean and pure humanness

that is painted on the blue sky,

and won’t be able to catch up the golden chariot.

and also can’t enjoy the springtime  beauty of life.

In my musical sway of life

every tone carries despair and sheer  pain.

and flings the hearts

In the crimson coloured veins

Love flows uninterruptedly, in endless streams.

I became sleepless entity, for  achieving the fructification of  my goals   .

and walked along with sun and moon.

With undeterred belief, I thought of drawing amazing pictures.

mixing varied colours .

 I preferred to draw the abstract pictures of my imagination,

which of course, will reflect  vitality  of your powerful and dignified  feelings on love.

and in the review of the beauty of creation

Will prove your transparence of graceful magnanimity.

I will fill up the life’s vessels bringing

the whiteness of stars into them.

Standing on the finer edges of dreams

and in the brightening splendor of dawn

I will make the notes of the flute audible.

and welcome the clean air waves

enjoying the life’s musical beats .



Telugu: Gottipati arasimhaswamy Trans/Eng: R. Purushothamarao

Swathi mutyalu (collection of poetry)


Very lyrical, very rhythemic, yet raising pertinent issues - a lovely translation, Mr. Rao. Thanks for sharing.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Nov 12, 2012  
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In the adoration of musical festivity





Your loving heart, which made me to float

 on dream waves to unknown shores,

has become so unkind and merciless, and is  now raining hardness from heart and stunned me altogether making me thunder struck.

It also turned me permanently,  as a captive.



The radiant notes that are travelling vibrantly in the streams of love,

 are now sounding odd tunes  in the pathos filled,  tearful songs,

and are anxiously hoping to unify with the clouds.



I ‘ll hereafter stand straight  as a  sorrowful  song

that resounds all over the universe.



Then, like a sweet song in my heart,

and like an unforgettable pain, pinching in mind,

I remain in the universal pastime, as a sheer dream.



I charmingly sound as a marvelous note

in the adoration of musical festivity of this astounding creation.





Telugu: Gottipati arasimhaswamy Trans/Eng; R.Purushothamarao



Swathi mutyalu— (collection of poetry


I loved this flowing, lyrical "musical festivity" of life very much. Your traslations beautifully present the "music" of the original. Thanks for sharing Mr. Rao.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, india
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Intonates in extreme ecstasy





The heart which is delighted with sacrificing element

is not available in present scenario. .

A cuckoo of spring times

is not singing melodiously, from the mango grove.

The delicate and tender golden rays

are sliding down from the edges of azure sky.

The human, who lights up dawn in his heart

With all broadened devotion

welcomes truth, and feels its august presence ,  as a beautiful and precious, visionary treat .

The octave of music transmits his widened ideology

to the zone of constellation, on the edged wings of azure sky.

His eyes glitter like un dried wet flowers of the cold winter and mist filled moonshine.

Where are the human souls that search the truth

with all blazing fire of agony?



Where is the human, who forgetting all the sunrise and sunset continues to search and seek in the tireless journey ahead.



The naked life which has no hidden columns

will dance  at the radiance of dawn, in sheer ecstasy.

He performs all religious rites, with water of Ganges

and brightens high, like fire and unifies with beautiful and devotional  pastimes.

The tree which decorates with all tender leaves

will bloom flowers, arisen with notes of fragrant music.

and intonates in extreme ecstasy.









Telugu: Gottipati arasimhaswamy Trans/Eng; R.Purushothamarao



Swathi mutyalu— (collection of poetry)


Completely endorse Seshu's feedback. Thanks so much Mr. Rao for sharing translations of great Telugu poems.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Nov 19, 2012  

Dear Seshugaru

I  am thrilled by your encouraging words.
Thank you for all the support

R Purushothamarao, Guntur,india
Nov 18, 2012  

Just beautiful. Wonderfully translated. Kudos, Puru garu. Mark of excellence written all over the lines. Superb rendition. Thanks for sharing and Regards.

Seshu Chamarty, Hyderabad
Nov 17, 2012  
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[43] visualizes  all  the happy and delightful , mansions



 With passion driven agony

the human is losing the charms  of beautiful  life.



The life sans musical notes

looks like a stack of sand  mound.

Humans having lost   their   personalities

are drying up the wetness of the heart.

They are distancing themselves from the sweet and lofty experiences of supreme life and are getting weakened like T.B. patients

and also are shrinking a lot , like psychic  patients.

and are not  able to capture a place, in delicate evaluation of life’s gracious and momentous incidents.

The human who measures his pleasures in life squarely in monetary terms

is not able to catch up to the captivating charms of this  beautiful world.



In present days, cheap tactics are showing up, as magnificent doles

by breaking their backs in sheer fashionable trends.



There is lack of delightful hearts, who should enjoy the coquetries  painted beautifully, in elegant life

The cloud dipped and draped in despondency, is raining sorrowfulness .



Civilization, makes the human, to bloom like a fragrant flower

 that spreads  amazing scents, all over.



Sleeplessness wakes up with heavy sounds of torrent waves in life’s streams.

and architects  the life,  as a flute rendering, melodious tunes



and takes us, leading to the goal,  sans any thirst.

and fructifies wetness in life.



and prepares to achieve completeness.

and visualizes  all  the happy and delightful, mansions,  built up magnificently on the planet of earth.



Then the whole sky fits into the fist

and boundaries  erase all limitations henceforth .

The zodiacal circle will come down to the earth space in jubilation

 ……

Telugu: Gottipati arasimhaswamy Trans/Eng: R. Purushothamarao

Swathi mutyalu (collection of poetry


Padmaja madam and Vishnu priya
Thank you,  for your cordial comments

R Purushothamarao, Guntur,india
Nov 20, 2012  

Humans...drying up the wetness of heart- speaks volume about the lost quality-humanity.Regards Sir.

E.Vishnupriya, Bangalore
Nov 19, 2012  

Modern life and living has been excellently captured in this poem and superbly communicated by you through your impeccable translation, Mr. rao. Thanks for sharing.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Nov 19, 2012  
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Confining  oddly  in the wheel of fate and fortune

 It is all thirsty

and all the universe,  is like a desert

Human, who is kind enough, to offer hither to, a pinch of water ,

has distanced himself, to far off lands.

Not even single tree, which can protect us with all its wider shade,

is not visible  at all till the stretch of  far end corners.

Though the flowers lost their natural scents

and human got rid of the delicateness.

The world formats a doll, with no rhyme or rhythm.

The world sans all dreams

and languages,

moves about all around,  in our active presence.

Human, waits for something unknown and inexplicable.

Life is a volume of poetry, penned for world’s well being.

It will transform itself, as a prophecy, without any significance

and will be concealed firmly in the pages of  book of desires.

To fling strings on Veena, is to extol melodious notes,

in a finely tuned version only .



Human’s life is there to allow flows  in  streams of nectar tickles

filled to the brim with all powerful musical notes to spread onto, all over the earth  .



By birth a human is lover of freedom and liberty.

As long as he moves about, vigorously in this world

Human’s life becomes a hard worded, complex and long sentence

and turns out as a formless , hard rock.

yesterday the person who lectured on the platform,

 in a high tone ,like a thunderous sea

 today, departed well before the arrival of the bright sheen of the dawn.

The refiner who  anxiously wished to glance at the twilight columns of the beautiful modern times, in the deep depths of space and also desired to bloom, in  fragrant flowers of affectionate bonds in fraternity links , is broken into pieces,

Confining oddly,  in the wheel of fate and fortune

and saluted raising up,  both  his hands

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Telugu: Gottipati Narasimhaswamy Trans/Eng; R.Purushothamarao

 Swathi Mutyalu— (Collection of poetry
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[26]Farewell to the old age



 I can’t weigh the heaviness of the tears, you dropped down smilingly.

and also can’t measure the visible depths of the indistinct affection  of your benign eyes.

Whenever the lute in my hands starts sounding notes

The sky of my inner self will be covered by whitish clouds.

I ‘ll take innumerable plunges into the lakes of moistened tunes

with all  enchanting ecstasy.

I travel on waves of sapphire tinted dream desires

to an  unimaginable world.

I will anoint your extremely charming and handsome figure

in all delightfully amazing and startling gesticulations. With streams of gold

With pain afflicted heart

I sing imperishable devotional songs.

You after lighting up an inextinguishable lamp in me

which will not dampen, even while stormy winds blow

and will make me a liberated soul.

and add wings to my heart

and open doors for dawn

and bids farewell to the old age

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Thank you padmaja madam and Utiyodi sir for your encouraging words

R Purushothamarao, Guntur,india
Nov 06, 2012  

What an invocation for release from old age! Thanks for sharing this poem, Mr. Rao.

Padmaja Iyengar, Secunderabad, A P, India
Nov 05, 2012  

"Old age that no one can resist is lying upon you like a black devil!" (Iliad)  Always it is so, dear Sir.

UK Atiyodi, Kandangali,Payyanur, Kerala
Nov 05, 2012  

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