Awaiting Inspiration… Ramaswamy Nagaraju, Telugu, Indian
Whenever I reduce
To a still silent vacuous voice
I reach out to the swelling seas of sound
To implete myself with waves of melody;
Then
The notes that echo shall
Awaken the dormant ideas within.
.
Whenever I reduce
To a bare barren autumnal wood
I run to vast verdurous pastures
To glean tender grass shoots for cover;
There
An invisible cuckoo shall be strumming
Silently the music of heart’s muse within.
.
How long shall I have to look for
That lukewarm ray that thaws this icy stretch?
To let the quiescent word to flow
From the subconscious deep asleep.
When shall the affluent Bhagirathi of thoughts
Shall spring effortlessly breaking from within!?
Ramaswamy Nagaraju
Telugu
Indian
