Poetry N .Aruna
[1]Dispassionate
As if the poetry
is overlapped with sheer words,
The rainy winds
snatched away the summer strips

Are the entire stretches of darkness
dropping down
from the moving out reflective image?

or spreading large ,from outward zones?

Let the dew drop settle down
on the leaf itself.
If slips down to the palm space,
it gets shattered in no time

From the lifeless mid- day times,
the shadows from the mirrors
will not ease off so sharp

The sweater, to be woven with
threads of time
will not at all ,be completed .

Some nothingness looms large ahead.

And the rain that showers
on old decays
resembles history that laments heavily.
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Abhaavam---- Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry] pages 50&51}

[2]Mumbai massacre

All talk about all the things
and all is well off

What about bombs?

Normally they explode
in visual and electronic media powerfully

For the living person
the killing spree is an unknown play

The Arabian waves
rub off simultaneously
the age old past history too

For the sensex scale
the melody of Latha Mangeshkar’s song is inaudible

Do the dead bodies mean stastistics alone?
or th despair means tragic scenes spread all along?

Those who killed and were killed
are all born from mothers’ wombs only

For the financial capital
have not the sounds from wailing heart been, audible?

Every thing runs smoothly
after some time lag
all these incidents finally and securely will be preserved in CDs
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[3] Note ,prelude
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Birds are moving dreamy .
Soft wind
carries empty memories

My early childhood form
looks as if, following me alone

Awakening
Changed its stance as a long drawn night

As if waves in the sea, are tracing backwards
how nice it will be if time races back

To transform yesterday as tomorrow
I am carving out, myself as a wepon

All these sunflowers
place restrictions on the SUN

But one has escaped the attention
and turned its face off
and started glancing straight at me

Now it is just mine of course!
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AalApana----Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry-- page47]

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[4] TREE ,MY PERSONALITY

For the tree and me, it appears,
there is a lot of amity
and regularly
I may be moving along
in close proximity to the nature too

When the autumn
stole the hopes of the leaves,
and thus going firmly against the columns of time
I brought in smiles
along with sheen of tender leaves.

If it is dew of tears
I blow it off with rays
and sky high like a butter fly

I provide shelter to all
walking beings
but can’t walk along
like the tree.

But we both,
dream equivalent to the sky’s space

Like tree with roots
making penance
in the soil of deep darkness
and meditating in abstract posture
that is the lone base for my personality

Chettu nA Vyaktitvam- HridayamE Vadnam [volume of poetry—page 31&32]
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[5]The journey is life
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The small breeze
that effortlessly caress
the head of the grass flower
is quite invisible to naked eyes

The ray
that peep in
from between the lines of tender leaves
slips down from the fist, loosing the grip

Sea means sea alone
When , unable to quench the thirst
its largest size is immaterial
in comparision to its smallest existence.

Even when
many membranes cover up the seed in the soil state
it shoots up in ecstasy
when a rain drop touches its heart
and thus feels as if its life’s ambition is fructified

Even though the bird adds many skies to its wings
while traversing to other lands
it feels delighted when perched comfortbly on a known tree


Even if they are from firing shots of volcanos
if are, unable to enrage the avowed endeavours
they prove sheer useless.


The human that sprouts up
with the aid of five elements
springs a surprise, when shackled to time

Catching hold
of the brightening lustre of the SUN
makong inroads into lighter zones
itself is defining the efficacy life

PrayAnmE Jeevitam-------------PAtala Chettu[volume of poetry—pages 37&38]
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[6]Green Tune
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Sat to write
about human being

Tree, truly ,I feel it better than
A human, as treewise
so does spring
these green letters.

The water we used,
the wastage we dumped
was taken deeper, to its roots
and develops a kitcen garden
to cater to all our food needs
and tunes in greenish tones
to our life’s healthy saga

Even if you won’t move
nearer to it on any day
it comes and covers atop your head
like a shed and strengthens support
to your ceiling needs , as a crown post
and provides shelter akin to your chosen taste

The tree spread all over
the open air space
became a resting nest
to the bird
thus becoming a fruit and song too

Transforming as a thick green forest
and turning in as a cropping field
the tree joins me in its entirety

Now
I am a tree, for my self
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Haritha Sruthi----Paatala Chettu[ volume of poetey]—pages 71 & 72
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[7] Majestic soil
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It looks as such, not here
but Casually of course.
Human gives birth to another one
and a bird springs from another

The essence is different.
Soil ,not springs from soil
but yields place to a green plant
and meadows as such get eventually thrilled .

Tree
powdered the flower
with a lot of rainbow sheen
and scented fragrance all to the brims
and also filled in delicious taste to the fruits
to suit differently , to our options

Hence the nature,
an original and innate
manifestation, so in true sense
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Matti Mahima------ Paatala Chettu[ volume of poetey]—pages 26& 27
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[8] Others alone, of course
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When we are not the swimmers
we can display Arabian sea
befitting to our palm

When we are not the walkers
we can contract far off distances also
limiting them to the utmost proximity possible

When breaking shoulders is not ours choice
we can entrust the hard work of boulders crush
exhibiting it as a smooth and soft affair

like a weave of garland texture

When shedding tears is not our option
we can present them in an aesthetic parlance
putting all of them in a pious container

After all ,
When, the life doesnot relate to us
we can rain in bountiful of commnts
without any drawn limit or marked boundary
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Eduti vArikE-------- Paatala Chettu[ volume of poetey]—page23
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[9]Welcome to “farewell’’
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Oh Life!
I don’t know till now
what excatly you are!
and am sure of our separation
definitely, sometime ahead

As we don’t remember the details
of our augustous first meet
we may also be not aware of our departure
When and to where?

We ‘ve been together, for a longer stint
like sunshine lingering behind the clouds
and also like agony hiding behind some melodious musical notes.

Joyously moving around the trees and bushes
we bloomed, very high in our spirits.

Instead of departing suddenly without any hint as such
better we leave a caution or notice about it

Our parting ways
must n’t be like good night streaking into thick darkness
but should be like wishing ‘good morning’ afresh and anew
as and when we wake up afront , in the early morning hours
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Veedkoluku aahvaanam----------------Navya [weekly] 09-0108
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[10]That hand
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At the cross road junction
and just when the traffic signal lights on red colour
he is cleaning the car mirrors.

Tendernness shines on the cheeks
and no difference can be found
between the dress he wore
and the cleaning cloth he handles
and the hair that doesn’t know the taste of oil
almost resembles a bird’s nest.

Since long I am looking at him
and this croos rod junction is his residence
his mother breasting th babe
sitting uncomfortably on the devider wall
she is munching the residual portion maize corn
left over by some body.

This cleaning boy may be her eldest one

He cleaned the mirror blotless
and extended his hand
not as a begging one
but the one seeking
for the cost of the sweating labour
according to his eyes.

no despair in him
but sprung up an iota
of self confidence in his act.

I searched for a chnge in my purse
and well before I could find some coin
the car edged through the green signal
and well beyond the reach of his hand
now gloomed moved around me
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Aa cheyyi---------Amma oka manishi [PAGES 17&18]
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[11]JUST FOR -----

Tranquility is
greater than the sea

Silence stands better
when compared to sky

Roots of the trees
fare better than a hail storm

Road is more thrilling than the speed

Mother is more gracious than the forgetfulness

Love is healthier than passion

and the moving water flowing from undereath
is better than waves

Better than man
Humanity counts well
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OorikE-------amma oka manishi [volume of poetry-page 65]
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[12]Incapability
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How much do we write
poetry has no halt at all
On how many times we use
Sounds don’t get worn off
but adds on, new sheen to it

The ideas that spring ahead
won’t get dried

Sky would have lost many birds
hence ,it weeps in streams

On the time’s front
waves do fail

Does this thick darkness
slipped down from the high hills
or sprouted from the soil
and thus spread far and wide

Mind
imagins unsteadily
Poetry won’t get extinguished
but how much can I scribble?
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Asaktatha-----Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry—page 39]
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[13]Humanistic----

Shadows won’t speak aloud
only truths can speak out

But those truths
must come out from the soul

Vitality is not the flower
that blooms out
from the mechanical frames.

That is the smile that spreads out
naturally
from the humanistic agony
like rising of the SUN.

Illusions won’t converse
The dew csheets
melt away
in the surging brightness of the dawn

Truly
Nothing is so realistic indeed

Humanism alone
will comfort us
like the canal of fresh water
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Manaveeyam--------------Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry] page 40
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[14]Inner enemy
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Do the caste and religion
hail from the mother’s womb?

Likewise
No boundaries exist to the nations
that lie below the earth planet

Whether the earth quakes
strike at Ahmedbad or Muzafarabad
dono’t matter

The cries of the sufferers
roar alike everywhere

May the assisting squads
wear colours
but the colour of the pain is blck all the while.

For the simultanous cremations
no space is available

Sky is aghast
and no count can be made
of the dead bodies, lying under the debris.

Those who left the world are luckier than the living lots

This is the challenge
thrown out by the nature on human beings

Humanism alone
is a fitting reply to this odd situation
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Lopali satruvu-----Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry] pages35&36
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[15]KRISHNASASTRY, again

As of he soft and cool breeze
that escaped our attention four decades back
stepped in ,through
the opened window
and entered my house.
His magnum opus
” Krishna Pakham” decorated my hands

His strong utterance that
he won’t return back
by coming down from the Heavens stood as it is
But he has not left the earth space any way any time I feel
Gopika!!!
who can shred the darkness into pieces
With widened eyes
are you still searching ,thoroughly
at the river sands of YAMUNA?

“Why he was then, wailing like that”
It is a pertinent question lingering in me althrough
I am able to realize now that
“Life is an ocean of pain and sorrow”

To become a tender leaf in the space of a leaf
I ‘ve to manifest myself as greener sky

The imginative romantic world
which I ibvariably lost in the college premises
I feel, as if it returned back now to my fold once again

Now it is not ‘KRISHNA PAKSHAM’ as known to all others,
but a tree of beautiful twittering dreams, duly emanicipated.
Mallee Krishna Sastry---
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[16]Eye, a puritan
Eye
A greatest puritan
When?

When
It gives vision to others

We won’t take away any thing with us
when we depart
Let us atleast donate our eyes to others
and leave here, an enlarged and quite visual world

In the world of thick darkness
We will light up the mornings with cheerful smiles
and decorate the whole world again and again
with all colourful paints we ‘ve glanced hitherto

We‘ll transform the touch as brightness
any how we are departing permanently ,from here

What more can we give?

This is a chance gifted on us by GOD

Another sky is ours
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Netram Pavitram------- HridayamE vadanam[Volume of Poetry]
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[17]Song of waves
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On the water's edge
Waves chisel
beautiful sculptures.
But nothing it seems
satisfies them
So it rubs all of them and creates afresh
again and again, as an unending act and deed

Waves moving ahead
bowing their heads?

Onlyto respect me?

These small birds
play delightfully with waves
as a joyous pastime

They cajole
pursue ,enrage
with very many watersports

The river KRISHNA flows in
and take a turn and prostrate before
the auspecious feet of LORD
VENUGOPALASWAMY’s idol
and converges into the sea

Oh! swan ! swan!!!
from which heaven
you descended to this island ?

Can you dare to separate
the river from the flow of the sea?

Though so many secrets are held
in inner selves
we continue to search for many on these sand stacks

How much faraway places we may trek upon
the love song rests at this destined goal
OH! the great confluence!!!!
artfully heartfelt in all the spirits
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Alala pAta-- HridayamE vadanam[Volume of Poetry]
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[18] Mother, a human

Please don’t write poetry
about mother
when you want the mother
of your early childhoood days
your memories still roam round
those happy and warmed up days

Of course! you may be recpitulating those days
of eating your sumptuous food from her finger sweets
are you really feeding her now?
and taking care of her well being all the time?

You have learnt the pep talk from her
Are you able to converse with her freely
in loveable terms, now , atleast ?
She lead you at all odds, while was young
was she today became a burden on your shoulders?

She made you to sleep comfortably
singing a lullaby on your bedside
Are you at present, allowing her
to have an undisturbed calm and cool sleep.

You may not be answerable to anybody on this earth
but you can’t strip this responsibility from your own ‘self’
You may try to cover those unpardonable acts and deeds
in many ways as possible

Don’t make her a divine identity and leave!
Friends!
it will suffice if you now atleast
recognize her as a human being once for all and also foever!
Amma oka manishi------------ Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry]
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[19]The smile
Along this path only
my smiles
were dropped down ,somewhere

Dreams, Tears
Aims and ambitions
all that luggage stands so safe
But only my ardent smiles are precariously missing

Where can I search for them ?
or where they were actually dropped ?

Is it when I am entering
the abstruse city’s precincts
or after leaving the well delighted
and colourfully decorated house in my vilage

Is it when I am away
from the reach of the melodious sounds of bells
of the bullocks, drawing the cart
or when jumpig into the seats of the Neo- aeroplane

or when I melted down
into the innocent and imaginative world
and unknowingly stepped into thorny seed’s path
which spread all along the route

or actually when I am driving away all the delusions
and opening up real situations of life.

Life!
once
Atleast for once
reel back the time.
I search for my identifying smiles,
lost some where on the way, in the process
and am sure to bring them back to my fold.
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The smile--Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry]
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[20]Impairment
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In the mother’s womb
we don’t know how he was!
But he now
entered the road in curves.
In the government texts
he is a handicapped one.
In your flowery language
a physicaly challenged one.

Sir,
what actully he is asking for?
Does he appear to you like
a vote rendering object only?

May he be truly, a blunt bodied one

But to him in real words
you are all indolent minds
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Vaikalyam--- Amma oka manishi [volume of poetry]
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