Tuesday, April 1, 2025

a Can Do Attitude

A broken vessel

Looks like a well

Bottomless, rimless pit

A broken shell

Has water full

Of residue from

Three rivers

One is dried up

Second needs to be born

Finding it’s way

Down the winding mountain

Third river being

Cluttered and unclean

Boil that water

Purify the filth

Redo the base,

Recover the edges

Dry it and save it

For future to shine

In the clear water

Undo the clutter

For the birds

For the butterflies

To flutter their wings

Carrying souls with a ‘Can do’ spirit

Wednesday, March 5, 2025

A Nonet Starts With Nine Syllables

On some days nothing seems to be right

Sometimes things go hazy or dull

Wishing it was shining bright

Day goes helter skelter

No reason or rhyme

Don't complain

Grin and bear

Dreamer

Gleam!

 

Thursday, February 13, 2025

Shell

It’s a story of a well

In a remote place where the kings dwell

Girls couldn’t be in a shell

 

No matter it is three

Or a week into thirty three

It’s a girl, a Shree

 

While still in growing spells

Tissues and organs with tiny little cells

Bodies that can’t hear bells

 

Pulled out of slumber

From the mother's number

A bed of dark umber

 

There are thousands

Hanging in the deep seated bands

With no legs or hands

 

 Into the earth's womb

They travel into their dark tomb

Mom can not even comb

 

If by chance you hear

Baby girl’s cries, as the winds tear

With softness of a shear

 

‘Ma Lakshmi! the baby’s here!’

Alas in her world lasting a mere

Couple of cries to hear…

 

She is sent home

Into the milky ocean, with an Aum

Chanting as she drowns

 

Little does she know

The wells In that village show

Through the wind or snow

 

Not only to God’s name

But to the stars and soundless game

Those keep dumping the fame

 

There is no hiding

No, nothing dreading from abiding

It’s going sliding..

 

 

 

 

 

Friday, January 3, 2025

Music and Dance

What have you earned
Swirling around, round and round
With your tunes circling the earth 
To moon and back,
A million views, a million  feelings
Twining them around your little finger
Hey Krishna
What have you earned?
Krishna What have you learned and taught.
Once on the left
Once on the right
You touch lightly with your
 shining peacock feathers
As the wind blows continuously
With no break as you
Play my heart and think
It is your constantly 
Playing game of 'go
Seek and find' oh Lord Krishna!
What do you earn teaching and preaching
 from birds to calves to  creatures remaining
Joining hands in a circle and playing
Your Raaga raagnis of yore
Linking to the farthest and wishing
You are here everyday
To play and sway and realize
I am nothing more than 
A mound of clay,
That you beat to malliate me under the feet of fate
That keep playing thaa dir dir
Thana dir dir thaa dir dir thaat..
Taking away the best of kindred
Gone are the greatest performers
From Ravi Shanker to Alla Rakha, 
Gone are beyond Tansen or Bismillah Khan to Zakir Hussein
As you Play Your Murali,
Swirling the wind through our wind pipes 
letting the breath chant Krishna 
with every breath of mine to thine..

Thursday, January 2, 2025

Life Is A Joy, Enjoy..

My first cup of tea, I was sipping,
Early on a lazy Sunday morning
Saw a young girl playing by the lake
All alone, neither assuming nor fake

She was jumping with joy
Seeing the ducklings walk by
As the mother duck lead the way.
In my book, joy is when work is done.

Since many a time work is still remaining
Pure joy is something that I need to realize..
Not concerned about deadlines, nor targets
That limit the creativity inside their groves
I need to remember the sheer joy of love

Loving the birds, animals and mother earth
Feeling the tiny raindrops drizzling on face
As I walk by the fountains or soak in the rain
Picking up the fresh flowers from the garden
Whatever I do, when nature's showing a heaven

Alas! My imagination cannot go far,
Since I have left my childhood so afar
Winning and losing is a play back then
Life adjusts into an unassuming routine
The spirit left behind, in timeless turbine

There are moments when one can rejoice
Life need not always be an island of thorns
However small that one might realize
Indeed a friendly gesture, will not just please..
It will be giving every hope and a life with roses

Emotionless although everything is a chore
I remember my life indeed was lively encore
Watching on lakeside some kids uproar
I realize the little girl is not alone any more,
My joy returned, as I felt happy unto my core

Monday, September 9, 2024

రఘునందన

రఘునందన 
ఘన రఘునందన 
కోసలచందన స్మితవదన
సుగుణ గుణగణ సద్గుణ చారణ 
త్రిగుణాతీత త్రిభువనతారణ త్రిజగదుధ్ధారణ 
సుమన సేవన త్రినయన వందన బుధజన పోషణ క్లేషహరణ 
అభినందన జన అభివందన ఘన నందనందనా సుందరవదనా మానససదనా

Thursday, August 8, 2024

Perhaps

World moves
As it revolves
All else does
With seasons,
Leaving reasons
Toiling our spirits
We move forth
Boys and girls
Turn into people
Learning skills
I believe, everything
Changes with ones
Hope, faith and vision
I suppose..