Weaving A Million Tunes

Wish I was more away from you

Night or day, I find you

As if hidden behind all the things

Said or unsaid, told or untold..

As they unfold each day, 

Every moment as if out of blue!

Love to pretend, I did not 

Notice your deep azure looks

Deeper than the ocean

Bringing the stars from deep skies

Nearer and dearer,  

The sparkle of the twinkling stars

Are brightened by your smile

As charming as the sweet smell of jasmine

Coming from mother Radha's garland

Bringing home the melody of

Bansuri as if the music beats

In my heart as the flow in my veins

Gets the touch of your lips

Singing thousands of songs, alluring

As every cell and particle

Reverberates in the music of

Your endless love and rejoice in supreme happiness

In the melody of loving Mohana Raga notes!

Phenomenal Verses! Yo!

I wrote a few words

'One plus one

Is it not two?' I meant to write.

In fact the words 

were like, 'one and one,

Don't make two,

One and one stand eleven.'

I deleted every word,

Thought they were 

O so boring,

I can write better, 

Deleted them all, with a grin

So silly you letters, I thought.

Just for a while.

Only...

Charging at me in chagrin

The words, like angry mob 

O' Elephants, about to 

Throw me down

Stumple me like grain

Out of a field of corn

Were coming to attack

Angrily, with wrath, 

O my! I was aghast, and

Begged them to calm down 

So I would be spared 

For another dawn

I asked, how can they be so mad at me?

They were disappointed,

To see me write 

As and how I desired,

Although they could be 

Yellow or Aqua Blue

Could be creating so much disharmony,

With no clue, yet

They come in nicely

Robed, cultured and

Sophisticated like ladies

Or Gentlemen in a prayer hall

Or at a tea party, wearing hat and all,

Following the rules

Of Haiku to Limerick(u)

None of them, are what they desire,

They like to behave like a bee,

With free verse and style,

Creators of their maine

In their conscious fame or name

Not jargoned into some

Style of Dick Van Dyke's 

Sing-along popping in

Mary Poppins show and likes

We can make an epic 

Come back, if we pick

The lines we chose

The care we can share

As humanity grows

Wise and mature,

What matters is the

Heart indeed,

Not your bureau of dramatics

Punching one here,

Crunching some there

Cooking up soup of  Catamarans of crocodiles 

In huge crocks, crackened 

To shake or stack until end

What good does a metered

Poem do, if not provide

A light or brilliance, 

Motivate one to create

Down with your hypocrisy 

Down with your boredom 

Why not cherish freedom

Of thought and liberty

With choosing words

Having depth and meaning

Not just to greet

Or be a visual treat

To bounce back

From being crushed

Springing up

As a 'Phenomenal woman's'

Work of creativite art

Being a part of human's

Mais non seulement

Couture de Paris au France

et Italy ou Madrid,  

But of everyone, hence

Tout le monde,

Pour l'histoire et future!

Said them verses, Phenomenal!

Ain't that true.. thought I..

Never Ever

As I brood over

Things that better

Have never ever

Happened for my

Worst enemy ever

I look at it blank eyed

Like life has never

Existed ever before.

Silent Words

Listen to the music, listen to its words

Listen to the music the words convey

You can listen to the words

A million times, umpteen words

You can listen and still find, them empty words

 

.

.

.

.

Until you hear them with your heart

And listen to them in silence

Your heart listening to the world

Searching your soul

.

.

 

Finding the Universe.

 

 

_Uma Pochampalli Goparaju (Uma Jiji)

Plain Old Traditions

He was pent up on marrying her

I just want to marry, only her

He said. His people were unhappy, mother wept, and sisters in law couldn’t see her suffering..

He didn’t care for horoscopes nor clan or sub clan or kin

I don’t care, I wanna marry her,

That is all that matters,.

Bride’s parents and relatives

In fact told the chivalrous girl

That it is ok, as they say:

Find someone or be someone’s

Love of life or reason to be..

Long time later, he tells her

After her kids are grown and married..

That the reason he wanted to

Have her for his wife was,

Since she spoke so sophisticated,

As though she paid no attention to his words,

She said, “pardon?” when he said something that was different from her lingo

He decided, then and there

To teach her what it costs

To not pay attention, when he said.

To have her bound in a marriage and take his liberty with him..

No questions need be asked

Why she is what she is today…

No matter how much he rationalizes

In holding her back, her creativity, her knowledge,

Her verbal abilities,

Despite all, she said

He is who is taking care of her,

And He would show her to open up, and show her creativity, if one thing closes

He shows ten other ways as well as abilities, for her

To be self sufficient,

Tolerant, understanding and forgiving, despite him saying

Things that could offend her for

The rawness, that just made it clear to her, why he married her…

She to him may be anything

Yet it cannot be called a relationship of respect… or love..

It may be superior to that..

That he is a person who just wants to be loyal to his ego,

And feels his life miserable, if it is ever hurt..

So they are married till this day, as she knows, in heart he is

Not yet liberated from his ego..

Or need for dominance!

Praying every minute

To forget the time and

Keep going as brightly

Brilliantly as ever, thankful

For all things in life, always!

 

Eons Ever

Trains of thoughts

Finding their way 

From eons to present 

Going on as we watch

Them in their glory

History, mementos

Glistering as they pass

Cosmic colors of them

Bygone times,

 Hasty to put their foot down

Amid territories,

 Yet to be seen, or nascent or unknown

Don’t look back to find

Them ladies, and lairds

Ranis and raja- maharajahs ripped of their States and statures,

Kinsmen, Regals and Cavalries,

Many a well versed commandants

Ousted of their power to peril

Foundations that you broke

Shackles and spirits many unknown

Unbeknownst unforeseen

Many a thunder strikes the world, amid

Stardust and asteroids' dump

The surface and the terrain turned to rumble and be numbed

Mankind razed out of their culture, nurture, ethnicity

Nothing to be left except

Humanity still brazens

Hoping one day these

Duress times of violence

Aching hurting violations

Against the self, against the will

Against every thing that ever will

Rise and shell

Shall be past and souls will

Rise and shine, to a new domain,

New dawn, welcoming a bright new morning

Where man is treated

With humanity and with dignity

Of labor, of knowledge, of skills and knowledge or just be themselves, with life to live

And share the message that man is here to live and let live,

No amount of darkness, harshness, thunder and ashes

Will hold the seed from sprouting;

On a day, when it sees

Loving care and energy from High above,

 To create, procreate and propagate and meet the maker!

World has been existing not since

Last night or a night before

Not since just some tens of thousands of nights prior,

But since eternity,

Was it recycled and recreated,

Not knowing how many births she might have taken before

Just as the past is dark

Winding into a  future bleak,

Is there a time when the matter is all gulped into that dark matter,

 That has spewed out spumes of fumes,

Hissing and hurling huge planets and gaseous worlds

Which is a while since,

 A whole different ball game  that was… much much afore,

Of your father’s fore fathers’ lore..

Now, what was that, you said, which seed or barn you are from, pardon,  Je ne comprends pas,

Which field are you from, O pungent radish?

 Qui es-tu?

 

 

 

Lover Blah

He loves her very much

When it is dawn, he wakes up

Lets her sleep longer,

 Tucks her under the sheets

She sleeps well till

Morning is still morning

For a few more hours

He takes care of meds,

Warm water and tea.

Until recently,

When she said she would want her tea

Just made right

Still most nights

She is alone, in the living room

Until her mind goes blank and hands hurt

Keeps reading or writing or playing woodoko or 2048 Fibonnaci, as long

As it goes.

Not that she is alone

She finds peace staying by herself

Lest she find it hard to

Get up next morning

Words come out of his

Mouth as if shrapnel

She finds it hard to believe

That her loving mate

Can be so rude, that

She cannot fall asleep

During night, not until late.

Tonight her heart is bleeding so much

Unlike any night she can feel the pounding muscles of flesh like a machine breathing in and out, as life is nothing more than a mere oscillation, swinging between life and death.

 

In My Solitude

As the day proceeds

Into the bright noon

As the umpteen things

Needing attention

Beckon you into their

Swirl pooling purview

Where is your mind

Wandering in the

Lonely desert of

Time and space,

Crossing the several worlds

At the juncture

Leading you into

Times beyond times

Or those yet to arrive

You think you narrate

A poem or a story

Not knowing He is

That which you tell

Repeating what it takes

For Him to create

For a million years to come.

 

Ever Loving Sri Krishna

In this full moonlight

With cooing of kukkoo

Echoing from yonder,

You're telling me

That I do not think about

Who? You? I? or Him?

And insist that

I keep convention in writing

Says who? You? Him?

But then again

I don’t know conventions

So confusing.

I like to think

Regardless, always of Him,

You and I remain.

Zillion things

Pass my mind endlessly

Milling memories

His smile, touch

His hugs, kisses and more

Overbearing me

I speak nothing

As He kisses me deeply

All my senses lost

Millions of years

Have passed before

Millions to come

Love of my life

Krishna, don’t leave me tonight

My heart’s so parched

For your kind words

Your sweet smile, as you

Look into my eyes

Krishna

Dear love of mine

Hold me now!

Meadows And Marsh Lands

Of meadows and marsh lands

Nay not know, nor does it matter

As mind is fertile with lots of words

That is like a marshland,

Or when ideas sprout from

Seeds of words, from

Active young minds,

Very strong, bold yet need

Education or direction to

Understand the labyrinth of

Knowledge circles and paths

Rendering a majestic silver spoon

Amid chaos to children of the world,

Inside the wombs or some going to tombs

Never before was there a need this severe, so

Educate, encourage, elevate the lives and their doctrines..

Allow them to flourish, with care and love

Mighty heights, may they reach

Endless love showering

Never before!

A Poem A Day

A poem a day,

Makes you healthy, and

Wiser than thou!

I thought of

Writing a line or two

Way off you go!

Many a time

You pause, because

Muse is missing

Or so you imagine,

It is not true, is it?

Break of it!

Lethargy, has

Kept many a warrior

Lose battle

So, here it is,

My poem of today

Au voir, tu aussi… !

Do Not Run!

Out in the open

In this life of mine

Whether we met

Or have not yet,

Weather is quite foggy,

Windy on a harsh terrain

As I steadfast in my

Journey and you are

Angry and in vain

Waiting each minute

To plunge on a revenge

Against the time, or

People of their beliefs,

My friend of the life

Lost in pages of history

Don't wait for me there,

There is no going back

No UTurn to time, once

It starts, once and for all!

Will we meet henceforth?

All in good time, just

Wait until a time we can

See eye to eye, but do

Not count on it, that day

May or may not arrive

Evermore, even exist

Do love the minute things

That take you by hand

In this life or next, when

We may casually meet

And may not recognize

In this long journey, of

Things timid or daring

What dies as futures unfold,

Not sure anyone knows,

Except perhaps the tiny

Soothsayer in our village

Under the Banyan tree,

Next to the temple, across

The blue lotus lake on East

There you may hear her tell

‘Dear one, you had your turn.

Let go of it, now is the Urn

Waiting for you on the North,

Do not run, you will close

Way too soon, Aye men!”

Ballad Of A Southern Belle

It is no narration

Nor is a story about a Woman murdered, although

When you step into

Scene one, as you know,

Is a Woman found dead;

Husband calling police

Moving on to a quick swing

Here comes,

Scene two

Husband's girl friend advises to throw the body away in forest

With not a chance for a second thought

It leads to Scene three

Inspector Chuck investigates crime scene, what is it that he would find in  

Scene four

I wonder..

Body is not there in the chaos that came while letting the inspector and team in, body of woman not there

Just vanished as if into thin air

Scene Five

Is danger lurking in a dark corner

Team searches neighborhood and surroundings, horse back

As if in the house of never still there was something in

Scene six

Dawn leads to light

Revealing white butterflies as if light is streaming from an endless source from heavens

There is no evidence of any foul play, but it may mean the foul play cannot be detected, not that it didn’t  happen.

I am not a poem, the words started screaming,

Scramming helter skelter,

And running hither and thither

For words are human thoughts,

Exteriorly appearing as

They disappear into

Scene seven with such vigor,

Revealing the dark side of

Flash back never before

Of the back side drama…

Girl friend beautiful, rich, young, and advanced in a medical or sports career, not a physician nor a technologist.

Seduces the husband because someone paid her to put drift in the family.

Wife notices all the activity through the monitor in her living room

The electrician wipes away the “silicone gel” from the husband’s  private files

Wife notes down all the details

She comes out of her room and all the other men act weird.

Wife records the expressions

She knows it is a work of jealousy and plot to destroy their family structure.

One of them is more vested

He loves nothing more than the doom of the guys

Who move on with their lives, as though they cannot see him or his power,

That my dear, he thinks

Is a grave mistake

Wine pours like water

Songs getting louder, as the youngsters are waving hands and dancing along with their mates and their hats

Leading to no less than

Scene eight, hold on tight, to your guts

The family doctor nonchalantly, keeps prescribing narcotics to the woman.

Earlier the woman though tried to hurt herself, by overdosing as a reaction to unsolicited attention at work who need have no affair with her.

He keeps making foul play with his overwhelming interest, centered only to himself

But one is not used to live in world such as this, to begin with through

Scene nine

Court scene, about to convict husband.

Woman enters and surprises everyone

How doctor was helping the villain, how girl friend was a vamp

How the psychologist was actually supporting her to stay strong and tell the authorities, on who were helping the villain.

Indeed it was divine revelation that she knows that she has to take care of her family and herself and she still chooses to be with family and support them.

What just happened,

Wonders the husband

That almost got him unto the gallows,

Good grief my love, my beloved

Grieving and thanking and hugging and kissing

Until a different day on a calendar year..

So she grows strong, keeps supporting, knowing

What is it that runs life..

I wonder too..

 

 

A Constant

On a very dark night

With stars looking down

If you gaze at the sky

You find them moving fast

Some hundreds of light years away,

Travelling millions of space miles.

At one point of time,

I think the earth is standing  still,

As the space around it moves,

bridging the space, time and earth

Nothing  stays same, 

It is obvious we are

Changing  with time

As the world, so ages.

Nothing is ever constant

Except  that, changing time

Is the only constant, R..

 Are you aware?

 

Krishna, Mine!

Time traveller

That He, took me

Into his heart

I saw the mountains,

Cowherds and calves

Grazing cows on

Lush green pastures

Wind was so cold,

That I could not stand.

Shivering to the bone

Was I, looking for

My beloved cowherd

I saw thousands of

Them cows and calves

Little boys in their

Loin cloths, jumping

And laughing all the way

Happiness with no bounds

I was enjoying the sight

And looking for

The guy with the flute

Wearing yellow clad

Adorning peacock feathers

On His beautiful crown

Looking at the cows

With such love

He smiles at them

As though they are

Angels walking on earth

To give life and sustain too

I was cold and couldn’t withhold 

My life in me anymore,

Within, this poor soul

Striving to keep me alive

I couldn’t find Him

Almost forever, yet His

Kindness is so abound

Gracing me with His

Questioning looks

He conveyed me a million words

I am yet to decipher what He meant,

When I demanded,

'Krishna, they say when we call you for help

You will rescue in not a glimpse',

 As I was

Lying on the carpet

In my living room,

I heard Him tap something

So I could hear with my ears

I told my hubby, in my dream

Look, I am not going to wake up now,

My eyes are still looking at Him,

Cannot let my dream slide away

Little did I know Who That was

Who picked up the soft Afghan

And covered me

Around my shoulders,

Pressing them softly,

Yet strong, as to feel the gentle squeeze

I told my husband I wasn’t

Going to come out of my dream

That was so precious , happy and joyous

That I kept them eyes closed,

Little did I know Who that was,

Slowly it went into my head

That the time was about three in the morning

And hubby was resting on his cozy bed,

 Leaving me alone, as I was, 

Too sleepy to walk into my room,

Watching some Disney movie or whatever was on streaming, I stayed back..

I quickly gathered myself,

Tucked in the warm Afghan

Asked my hubby, if

He came out to tuck me in

Gently and warmly

By the looks of his,  I could see

He did not stir out since he slid

Under the sheets and warm comforter,

Covered under a thick blanket,

Why would one want to

Come out of those, and face the chilling coldness?

That I was covered as someone squeezed me

Was a truth, as real as I could feel..

Do not ask me if I saw somone other than Krishna,

For Krishna, is here, My very own!

 

 

Krishna My Eternal Love!

My mind goes blank

Every time  I think of you

Who, why, what how

I will not ask you now

Millennia  have passed

Since we were together

I remember You Krishna

As we played by river Yamuna

I remember seeking You

Playing raag Yaman

All night long as the full moon

Was reluctant to return

Yet when the day broke

Cattle were to go to graze

Bright orange Sunshine

Was spreading with a golden sheen

And the silent waves on the

Flowing river would want to deflect

Despite the raag raaginia reflecting

In their silky woven dark lace

And the cuckoos and parrots

Uncountable, raising a morning lore

As the beaks raise their pitch

And snakes hid their fangs

Lest you beat their hoods flat

And the small lady bird would

Give sweet smiles as it crawled away

The red velvet bug

Many a winged friends

Would learn to shine and go

From flower to flower,

Was it morning already?

O my! had to rush back

And collect hay and stack!

Little did we know we would

Spend eons in waiting

And years go past, with shredding

Of layers of lives as the aged trees

And their bright leaves shedding

Into many a new millennia

The cruel wheels of time

Never ever stopping

Taking with them the lives

Old and young and aged alike

As you keep playing with

Your tender dancing fingers

Over the flute

While the maiden gopis

Plucking on the lute

Winters or summers,

Mornings or nights

How would I count

In the infinite spin of time

Come to me Krishna

Play your songs innumerable

Once more so the divine light

Reaches everyone’s hearts

As the hearts are over flowing with joy

That only You would fill with Your glory!

Krishna, my sweet tender love

From eons, waiting under this blue sky

As I would forever be, trying to hold

And keep inside my trembling heart!

Even though every now and then

You sprinkle my soul with

The heavenly rain of Your

Kindness and infinite love!

 

 

 

 

 

Smelling Thunder

Then, one day

The boy who visited

As a student going

To college, standing

Amid clouds asunder

No sooner did they

Travel under pressure

And depression over

The gulf surrounding

On the Eastern skies

A smell of thunder

Like burnt metal

Corroding through the skin

The young student was like a sure stuck target

To the gods of yonder

You may wonder,

Was that zeus with a bolt

Of lightening and thunder

Or was it for Lord Indra

That varun is pouring

And soaking them wet

One of them struck by thunderbolt and rushed to ER

Parents and sisters visited

To help out, a burnt wreck of a human

To nurse and nurture

Back to his self wondrous,

Cannot ponder why in the heavens

This student was under the

Rigors of the lightening

Thankfully though

The University Hospital

Doctors and nurses,

Took him under the care

Of knives and prayer

As the brother fought for life

Unlike many and luckier than who couldn't make

 

Out Of Animal Silence

If you can make out

What that means, 

Waiting on the ranch

A muffled hush of

Two bodies, where

Sound and sight were

Both not clear,

Wondered if I knew

Who that was, as they

Crawled under the

Thick bushes, they

Are visitors of an alien world

Now crawling like slithering

Beings as they show off

Their multiple colors,

Reflecting off of their scales

No not if those scales

Are of notes or

Spectacular July 4^th

Lights breaking the darkness

Listen to what they say

There is love in the season

No matter whatever being

Is that a pair of fowls or four legged ones

Or may be reptiles measuring earth all around

Some visit to dine on dead

June bugs, arriving early

A circle of life, globe trotting

With vision only

He can imagine..

Wish humans can see that..

 

Life's Too Little

Is it too long

Since you last heard me,

Or have seen me?

 

Guess what, my dear!

It’s that long since you left,

As we find life

 

Why on earth

Do you take trouble, to

Circle my backyard?

 

It is mostly dry,

With grass and dried leaves;

Except the roses,

 

Those are precious:

Since Krishna loves them roses

That you plucked,

 

If you know, it is

The most unselfish act of

Nature to offer

 

You wouldn’t

Insult, and drive over it.

Go! Say your prayers.

 

For you did wrong,

Tell your atma that you hurt,

What paramatma cares.

 

He will forgive;

Still, you need to raise a garden,

To rid  the burden:

Of stealing,

Messing, with what’s not your’s:

It is Krishna's.

 

Leave things

The way they’re supposed

To be, to let be

 

It is Him

Not us, who created all!

Enjoy, on His name.

 

Do your duty,

Enjoy the fruit, absolutely:

Knowing Him.

 

The giver, who blesses

And yet, anytime you do something

That is not meant: for

 

One would reap

What they sow, in their life

Or the next.

 

I would forgive,

So would the Lord in Heavens.

For heavens sake!

 

How about you?

Could you ask for forgiveness?

Or, could you?

 

Let God help all.

May he give you more life:

To repent, reform.

 

@Uma Jiji

 

 

To You, My Muse!

Writing,

Makes me live

With passion

Writing,

Is like living

Breathing

Air moving in

And out of my lungs

Fills in my spirit

With a love that

 Otherwise, cannot be

Felt through one's

Very core of the

Self one contains within

And shows off

Under the layers

Of ego, self awareness

Or what have you!

It smells of perfume,

Of roses and jasmines

Or marigold

Of holy basil

Gardens of Gardenias

Filling my soul

To a journey

From here to beyond

Holding me by hand

I wish I go back

To rewrite the poem

Called life

And erase all those

Painful moments

Yet life in its entirety

Is a bouquet of

Colorful flowers

Which cannot rid

Of them thorns

Which make

The colorful yet

Passionate life

That we carry

Preciously along

In the beautiful heart

Making life even

More lovingly

Precious,

Like you

And yours!

World Poetry Day 2022

Snow laden mountains

With tall Cedar trees

Small rivulets and

Hot springs of water

Flowing by so fresh  

Early in the morning

With sheep grazing

Along the greenery

Cattle munching away

In a nearby Ranch,

Chewing on their fodder

The calves running around

In company of the kitten

Playing in the garden

A dream one can strive for

Left in a rubble as the

Huge excruciating sounds

Of breaking glass and

Buildings and hospitals

Razed to the ground, as

The humongous bombs

Are shelled, in acres of land

With landmines, missiles

And sirens and starvations

Where are you going

Humanity, whither is thine

Path leading you?

I dreamt of paradise

But alas! It is in guise

Causing me hyperventilate

Developing arrhythmia

And space is congested

As the Universe is exploding

In warfare and missiles

Leaving nothing more than

Chaos, calamity, dirt and death.

Wish I had a better picture

To offer on this International

Day of Poetry… Poets..?

Not sure who will close down

Or shed tears, that can

Mean nothing, to anyone…

 

Wake Up Call

May the world wake up

Into a morning,

Where light is springing

Out in all directions

Breaking the egos

Of darkened souls

Pouring poison in the air

Strength and knowledge

Should be hand in hand

Lest it lands in wrong hands

Oh you bold one,

Show humanity

Life is moving

each one leaves the stage

How long is dark night lasting?

Until the light breaks

drives darkness away

Embedded in this darkness

Forget not the new sprouts

Rising in the form of lives

Everywhere, mankind or plants

Or the entire Universe

Chasing away the darkness

With their orange golden rays

Like the Sun, are the newborns,

With their strength

Holding in their palms!

Take care of your karmas

O ye agnostic

High headed inhuman

How could you not see

How history went?

So does anyone,

In the end it is the good things and deeds,

That help humanity

That matter, for no fault

If one hurts others,

When y’all can be open

What need do you have to fight?

No one would hurt you

If you are just going to take

Good care of your deeds to help humanity

Do not forget how the mountains give rise to plains to

To grow food and be cultivated to feed all

On This Women's Day, Things That Matter to Me Being a Woman

I am writing a note

To myself, on occasion

Of Women’s Day, international

I am not creating

Anything new

Nothing artistic

Only plain talk with

My being, still here.

Am I sad that still,

On this day of the year

In the twenty first century

I am washing vessels

From yesterday and

A day before, may be..

That I am looking like

I  need a lot of personal care

Yet to stay afresh and afloat

Decades since I ever gave a care

To the stuff I could never part

Or does it really matter

That I am alive and living…

Each year, I do the same

Wash every spoon or plate

Lying in the sink from before

And I get tired and would want to rest, but have to just

Restart all over again

And again, everyday as I as m alive

Why bother, you ask

If all I do is toil

As if I know nothing at all

I may not have to say

That I am cleaning them

Bowls and dishes, that

Very kindly soaked and stored

Batter for idlis for some needy

Families that local charities care

And I just did my civic duty

To volunteer as they take care

Of the families visiting the city

Perhaps to take care of them as they may be waiting for a change, that may bring about

A shining new day and spirit

A bright new morning while that night

They do not need to go hungry,

If they can care for the ones at home,

In distress or need or seeking help

So they can wake up strong

In their commitments and

Efforts in creating a stronger bond

With society and people

Knowing that they gave a new life

And hope to live, strive and see others thrive,

As their needs are addressed

As if they are theirs own,

They are giving life even to the ones, who give them their time,

Because life is all about interdependence,

Even if I am discarded, or not,

I still want to belong to someone in helping them heal their heart

Who may need me but then

I need them more to make a reason

For me to claim the air I breath

Every second I stay alive,

As though given and not even

Thinking or thanking

The mother and earth that bore me

I realize, I owe more than

What I can ever offer anyone

Without a blessing from them,

Nothing ever would!

So, all my mothers and mother earth

Have a Happy Women’s  Day!

You make the world possible

Each day and every day hence

Many thanks to you,

My friend, for reading and listening!

Nyla my friend, again,

Thanks for asking me to read and  send,

So these simple things,

Matter to me most,

Because it is them

Not me, that matter most

And give me life,

I do not take time,

They give me life and meaning

To strive, exist and learn and inspire! May your muse always glow in your creation!

Oh yes, my Muse, is all of you,

This beautiful morning or day,

Night or this pleasant evening!

Happy Women’s Day y'all!

 

 

Krishnam! Vande Jagadgurum!

I would not want to cry out your name

I would not want to think of you in pain

I know Summers are long and winters are too cold

Yet I know waiting for you beats them bold

I am so longing to see you smile and give me your sweet love

Although I know I am asking for the moon, my love!

Last night I cannot recall what I dreamt

This morning what I ate, I hardly remember

Yet the shining star on the Southwest  horizon,

Gleaming in its blue tint and smiling

Leads me to the bright orange Red one

Looking down at me, and boldly pronouncing its name fighting off the hunter with his Scimitar Orion

And looking at the lovely Pleiades sisters seven, where 'Shadow becomes a shy sky'

Calling itself Aldebaran or the Bull’s eye The Red one

You are the star when my Beloved arrived into this world,

Of Vrishni clan the hero fighting Orion,

His morning Star of birth the giver of wisdom Rohini

I am never going to say His name,

Except that He is charioteer of warrior the valiant Archer, Arjun

Who is revered by the world as Teacher of Parabrahmam!!

 

Krishna! My Love, Eternal!

My mind goes blank

Every time  I think of you

Who, why, what how

I will not ask you now

Millennia  have passed

Since we were together

I remember You Krishna

As we played by river Yamuna

I remember seeking You

Playing raag Yaman

All night long as the full moon

Was reluctant to return

Yet when the day broke

Cattle were to go to graze

Bright orange Sunshine

Was spreading, with a golden sheen

And the silent waves, on the

Flowing river would want to deflect

Despite the raag raaginia reflecting

In their silky woven dark lace

And the cuckoos and parrots

Uncountable, raising a morning lore

As the beaks raise their pitch

And snakes hid their fangs

Lest you beat their hoods flat

And the small lady bird would

Give sweet smiles as it crawled away

The red velvet bug,

Many a winged friends,

Would learn to shine and go

From flower to flower…

Was it morning already?

O my! had to rush back

And collect hay and stack!

Little did we know we would

Spend eons in waiting

And years go past, with shredding

Of layers of lives as the aged trees

And their bright leaves shedding

Into many a new millennia

The cruel wheels of time

Never ever stopping

Taking with them the lives

Old and young and aged alike

As you keep playing with

Your tender dancing fingers

Over the flute

While the maiden gopis

Plucked on the lute

Winters or summers,

Mornings or nights

How would I count

In the infinite spin of time

Come to me Krishna

Play your songs innumerable

Once more so the light

Reaches everyone’s hearts

As the hearts are over flowing with joy

That only You would fill with Your glory!

Krishna, my sweet tender love

From eons, waiting under this blue sky

As I would forever be, trying to hold,

And keep inside my trembling heart!

Even though every now and then

You sprinkle my soul with

The heavenly rain of Your

Kindness and infinite love,

Allowing us to hold on to

Our dear lives that you let be!