While Returning… Mohanatulasi Ramineni, Indian
I did not realize it
when infatuation for words seized me
amidst incense clouds of experience
.
Nor did it strike me
when the whirling stream of charged words
emitted streaks of lightning
.
So was the state
when mind wandered in every direction
breaking through concrete structures.
.
What a distress it is
to a soulless body!
Will it glean pearls while returning?
or
hang its head in exhaustion?
.
Well,
If it turns up with pearls… fine.
For, it clothes clouds in a fine Raga
and conjures them up to rain
that she might sign off
boats of pleasure with dreams
.
Only when it comes home drained out
that life convulses for breath
Whose autobiography it listens way back home!
What wakes of old-age it walks down its journey!
Which ‘tear-dried’ childish cheek it caresses along!
.
Long after
Earth and Heaven
Air, Water and Fire
come together to distract
does it care to look at me
afresh…as if it has all begun anew!
.
Mohanatulasi Ramineni
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