వర్గం: అనువాదాలు
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జెండా అంటే ఏదో భూభాగం కాదు — NS మూర్తి.
Courtesy: Getty Images . జెండా అంటే వర్ణమాలలోని ఏవో కొన్ని రంగుల కలగలుపుతో ప్రకృతినుండో, మనిషి తయారుచేసినవో కొన్ని చిత్రాలను అద్ది నేతల అధికార, దర్పాల ప్రదర్శనకో, అధికారుల చిత్తశుధ్ధిలేని ఉద్యోగధర్మానికో ఏడాదికోమారో, రెండుసార్లో ఎగరెయ్యడానికి తయారుచేసిన గుడ్డపీలిక కాదు. అది ఒక జాతి చైతన్య స్రవంతికీ, ఆలోచనా విధానానికి ప్రతీక ఆకాశంలో కనిపించే రెపరెపలు దాని త్యాగశీలతయొక్క ఉత్తుంగతరంగాలు. కొన్నిశతాబ్దాల బానిసత్వపు చీకటిలో కలగన్న వెలుగు స్వప్నాల సాకార స్వరూపం దాని గలగలధ్వనిలో, జాగ్రత్తగా…
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The Swan – Sikhamani
Image Courtesy: http://www.wallcoo.net/animal/swan_wallpaper/images . Calendars and watches measure time Sun measures the day, and Moon… the night. Trees measure forests, and Tides… the seas. Wings of birds measure the expanse of the sky While pupil of the eye measures horizons. The mercury coated glass of the thermos flask Measures the heat within the coffee. Sacrifices…
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Hind Reassuring Hand- Arun Bavera
. I submitted an appeal, to surrender Before you, along with my history. I acknowledged in writing To prone before you, with my culture. I snipped all my rebellious legacy And filled your cupped hands to the brim. I stacked my weaponry At your doorstep, and Pledged my battle fields To your threats and intimidation.…
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‘The’ Tree — Sikhamani
Image Courtesy: http://www.ubushina.com/media/imono/20070919-tree_c.jpg . If you have any sense of the word, Tree is an open book. If you dare to look at your own reflection Tree is a full-length dressing mirror. If you have sensibilities within Tree is a sea on high tide. If you observe mere trunk, boughs and twigs Inflorescence and frondescence…
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A Railway Station – Siva Reddy
. When the train arrives on a platform I look at the station through the glass window And pick up each image. A boy on his mother’s breast, A foreign lady with a rucksack hanging on her back, A destitute boy Carelessly booting everything in his walk, Two playful puppies in the distance, And under…
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River and Waters – Arun Bavera
. Once Waters enter the body corpus of a River They must submit to what the River says! Shouldn’t they? Poor Waters! How can they know what patterns the River fashions? They must follow wherever the River goes… Must they not? How can Waters know what course the River fancies? That’s why River commands over…
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About Knowing… Sikhamani
Image Courtesy: http://4.bp.blogspot.com My father used to say those days: it’s not enough if you write poetry, you must have some wisdom. I still feel Wisdom might be useful for everything else But what you need to write poetry Is some innocence of the mind And a compassion towards fellow beings. . Very recently A…
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House of Yellow Curtains – Sikhamani
Image Courtesy: http://www.travelrepublic.co.uk . One summer morning when day was breaking on the orient I visited a house draped with yellow curtains overlooking the garden, Over that towering knoll. . No sooner had I stepped in I felt it must be the very house Peddana* was talking about… A secret silent secluded spot. . Cool…
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A Corf of Chalk… Aduri Satyavathi Devi
Image Courtesy: http://woostergeologists.scotblogs.wooster.edu . Caught in the chilling web of Sagittarius month Time shivers in the bitter biting cold. Even in the congested cities The fore yards of houses take a head bath And get cleansed of their inured dirt. And well before dawn They get adorned in chalky designs As if milky ways were…
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You And I – Arun Bavera
. I came to life in the dialogues you could not scribe I gleaned responses from the words you concealed behind your silence I continue my march from wherever you stopped. I rear your dreams in my eyes I lend my voice to your songs I drained your wounds into my griefs wetting with my…
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