Tag: Telugu
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Before You Embark upon a Search… Mahesh, Telugu Poet
Ah! At last, I could make out. I was sitting blissfully under the shade of a tree. With lays of unseen birds Sweet scent of flowers, A cool breeze, leaves turned upon me, and A train of travellers criss-crossing And the tales of adventures they shared. never for once my mind turned towards…
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Sri Visakhapatnam Kanaka Mahalaksmi… Munipalle Raju, Telugu, Indian
On the eve of First Death Anniversary of Sri Munipalle Raju garu I had been working in Visakhapatnam for long, but I never occasioned to walk the steps of the Simhachalam Temple or visit the village Goddess, Sri Kanaka Mahalakshmi. My aunt had changed it all that with her recent visit. Getting down from the…
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Hallucination… Wahed, Telugu Poet
Before I met you Everything was so unnatural. And, “Two Two’s” were just Four! … I met you ‘Two Two’s ‘ had become Two Lakhs. I could understand the logic behind Maths. And my feet floated in the seventh Heaven Even Darkness had appeared in its splendid Spectral hues. The Rosebud-Heart blossomed.…
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A Small Chest… Vijay Chandra Rokkam, Telugu Poet
Long long ago I stashed a star in a small chest And in my heart’s glasscase my mother’s tear In my childhood the extra digit of my last brother the tooth, recovered from the accident site, of Venkatarao… our male servant in my childhood. A sapphire-studded ring my mother bought me in an exhibition A…
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Make Your Voice Count… Abd Wahed, Telugu, Indian Poet
The foot falls of a black ant On the black marble On an Ebony night Is too faint to hear. The sound of the canon Aimed at the heart of a city Of, course is better audible. The explosive sound of a bomb That annihilates the innocent people Is of a moderate pitch. The unleashed…
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Placebo… Vakati Panduranaga Rao, Telugu
Vakati Panduranga Rao (1934- 1999) “Six- Four, game, set and match to Manohar!” announced Rayman who acted as Umpire. “Congrats Manohar! That was a good game,” Ravindra conveyed his appreciation shaking Manohar’s hand. Accepting his greeting he complained, ‘Somehow, you are not your self today. Otherwise, will you let me win so easily?” They packed…
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Retrospection-3… Nanda Kishore, Indian
Some friendships are also such: Before you are aware of your fledging They take you to the high skies; Before you could remember it’s time to nest They bid adieu … leaving an indecipherable mark behind. Warning not to raise any questions They take you around forests and woods, and Through rills and rivulets.…
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A Blade of Grass… Srirangam Narayana Babu, Telugu , Indian
Tread! Trample! March over me! After all I am just a blade, a blade of grass! I’m a flower at the auspicious moment; And a sacred haulm in the hour of need. Once the exigency passes And you encounter me in the open I am my usual self, a mean, worthless Blade of grass;…
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About War… Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu, Indian
People who talk about war are very vociferous about war. They don’t let you sit still, hurry you up, give vent to anger and grief. They engineer new strategies, clamor at a high pitch and unfurl flags. People who talk about war, talk nothing else about but war. But it is a different matter with…
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Two Poems from Amukta Malyada… Sri Krishnadevaraya, Telugu, Indian
Just as Madhava, occupied the three worlds To subdue the haughtiness of Virochana’s son His namesake, the Spring, subdued nether world, earth and ether With cascades of nectar, flowerscape and their spores. Under the swarm of bees Savoring the stream of wafting spores The trees, at spring time, looked like shadows Standing still and moving…
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