Dad's writings 3

WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE!
AN YEAR MORE - ANOTHER FLOWER IN THE GARDEN OF YOUR LIFE,
MERE AURA OF WHICH AUGMENTS YOUR WISDOM AND KEEPS IT IN RIFE.
YOUR EXPERIENCE IS CREATING A GLOWING AMBIENCE FOR ALL OF US TO
SEE,
AND SO WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE! WE SHALL SIMPLY FOLLOW THEE!

YOU HAVE GROWN WISER WITH TIME, ANALIZING THE "INSIDER"
EXTENUATING THE "PAIN" OF MANY, EXPLAINING IT AS THE UNDERLYING
RIDER
DEFINING THE MELODY OF SOUND THROUGH "SILENCE" - THE ROOT OF
GLEE
AND SO WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE! WE SHALL SIMPLY FOLLOW THEE!

THE "RAIN" - SPREADS RIPPLES OF NOBLE NOTIONS AND INNATE
EMOTIONS
"RELATION" IS INTERWOVEN WITH SOULS AND SPIRITS OF EXHILARATIONS
YOU HAVE SHOWN THE BEAUTY OF A NEW DAWN, BY "AWAKENING" MANY A
"ME"
AND SO WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE! WE SHALL SIMPLY FOLLOW THEE!

"LOVE" - THE COMPREHENSIVE VISTA OF LIFE IN ITS FULLY ZOOMED
PERSPECT
"WAR" - ONLY WITH VICES, TO CREATE ETERNAL PEACE IN EVERY ASPECT
SUCH FEELING FLOW FROM YOUR HEART WITH SPONTANIETY AND TOTALLY
FREE
AND SO WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE! WE SHALL SIMPLY FOLLOW THEE!

LIFE IS A GIFT FROM GOD AND IS A GAME HERE - YOU PLAY IT WELL
HENCE YOU ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF IT - NOT A TRICE EVER A BIT DULL
ONLY YOU CAN CONFINE THE ENDLESS SPACE IN A "BUBBLE", SO TINY
AND SO WE SHALL FOLLOW THEE! WE SHALL SIMPLY FOLLOW THEE!

Dad's writings 2

Maa Chelli Maaloni gaaraala Saaram - Maa Thalli Arudaina Aparanji Shilpam
Edalanni Kadilinchu Soundarya Deepam - Thana Jeevana vanamanduna Saagaenugaa

Enchuko Gamyam Saadhanae Nee Balam Anduko Aashayam

Idugo Vallee, Gurthundigaa - Ravi Chelli Paapagaa Mudduloliki
Padma Smitha gaa Chirunagavulu Chindinchi Puppy gaa Paruguleththagaa
Mummy Mummy Mummy Mummy Eadi tho Modalaina Maatalu Thaeta Telugu Pada Sampadagaa Parimalichagaa
Teacheraata Vallaraa # Maa Chelli #

Vidyaa Naerchinaavuu, Vinayam Pondinaavuu
Pragnaa Chupinaavuu, Phalitham Chavi Chusinaavuu
Aakaanksha Needeamo Theeraenu Chellee
Aanaati Maa Kalalu Nijamaaye Thallee
Smitha Thalli Vadanaana Tholiveluguluu
Ravi Kavitha laagaane Prasarinchunu
Aaa Jyothulu Anavarathamu Nilicheanugaa

Idugo Ravee Jnaapakamundigaa
Badilo Chearina Rojullo Mummy Kongu Vadalaka Kannulu Kolanulaina Vainam
Alavadagaanae Madhyahnam Annam Thinagaane Pittalaagaa Parugule
Daddy Daddy Daddy Thana Gulab Jamulannee Neanea Gutukkumannaa --
Sahanasheeli raa
Anna Chellella Anubandhaniki Nirvachanam Meeruraa # Maa Chelli #

Vritthea Aadarincha Neijam Sahakarincha
Vridhee Pondi Neevuu Shikharam Cheru Thallee
Manaseina Sakhuninka Varyinchi Neevuu
Anuraaga Theeraalu Darshinchavammaa
Pulakinchi Mee Janta Phaliyimpagaa
Pasipaapalanu Maaku Varameeyaga
Maa Manasule Samthrupthula Samdraaluraa

Sarea Sarea Manamundea Ravi Smithalentha Edigi Poyaroe
Marea Mana Jeevitha Paramaardham Adea Kadaa
Satsanthaanam Poorva Janma Sukrithameagaa
Nijamgaa Ee Jeevithamo Vintha Anubhuthi Kaada Aae ( Laugh )
Kaada mari
# Maa Chelli #
Nijamea Mari

Dad's writings

Mana Jeevana Paavana Vaahini
Hridayangama Sangama Laahiri
Safalikritha Saha Jeevana Manjari
Samalankritha Samjivana Mohini # Mana #

Amma Naannalu Atta Maamalu Okkarithiga Santhasimpaga
Bandhu Vargamu Mithra Brindamu Chakkani Jantaga Prasthutimpaga
Nadachithimi Iruvuramu - Iruvadi Eidu Varshamuloo
Thappatadugulo Thapputadugulo Appati Aa Aduguloo
Kaalagathilo Parinathinchenu Gathi thappani Ippati Ee Adugulu # Mana #

Vasundharodayamuna Vasanthagamanamani Manasulu Murisinavi
Oka Neerava Niseedhi Mingivesinadaa Sharadindu Bimbadharini
Niseedhi Niluvadani Velugulu Nindunani Nudivinadi
Oka Arunodayam - Ravi Chandrodayam
Velugulu Sokina Thoyamu Nanduna Virisinadi
Oka Padma Smitharavindam # Mana #

Pillala Modame Paramavadhiga Peddala Sevaye Ihalo Vidhiga
Jeevana Vaahini nolalaaduchu Theliyadute
Aanandam, Aadarsham, Aamodam, Eishwaryam # Mana #

Me

Who am I?
A face with a nose, a mouth, and an eye?
A smile, a tear, and a sigh?
Born to live and live to die?
What exactly, am I?

A physical entity, a mental essence,
A biological activity, and a spiritual presence!
Travelling a journey, which is continuous,
Playing a part , on the worldly dais!
No sir, I don’t know my dialogues.

What is it that identifies me?
What is it that defines me?
How does the world envisage me?
Where is it that I can discover me?
Who is it that I should be ?

Identified by attitude,
Defined by character,
Envisaged as a rational,
Discovered in the thoughts,
All I need, to be human?

Is life just about being human?
Is it not the quest, a desire
To be unique, to be different,
For others to see and emulate!
And write our own fate….?

Isn’t it the root of ambition?
Isn’t it the soul’s mission,
To make a mark upon the world,
To create a different mould,
Bearing your mark of perfection.

But then , when I embark,
On this journey in the dark,
I grope for lights,
In the stormy nights,
Searching for the path.

Yes, I find the lights,
From people who had fights,
Along some paths, to reach their goals,
From people who like me, are still
Journeying, carried by their will.

I stick to those lights,
I stick to those paths,
I stick to those hands,
I stick to those wills,
But , sadly , not the same goals.
And now, I find my ghosts gone,
With the wind, in the night all alone,
And now, I ‘m lost in the well,
Of those paths, the lights are the wall,
I feel I’ve lost my soul.

I can hear it’s shriek,
I can hear it yell,
And now, I experience the hell,
No, no, I don’t want others paths,
I don’t want those others lights.

I want freedom, independence,
Of thought, action, and attitude,
You can’t dictate it to me,
You can’t impose it on me.,
I want to get out of this well.

For no known ambition
Has been achieved by submission,
Aided by the strength to stand,
Up for one self, aided by the
Courage to find your own path,
Aided by the faith in the sight,
That can itself be the light,
In the darkness, of any night.
And then my friend, no wall
Can stand the wrath of will,
No more will the paths be cold and shrill,
For you’ll have showed the path to millions,
To follow, to try and search for one’s path
Oneself, without the light, but with the fight,
And then, I guess, you’ll answer ” What am I?”

Love

I look at my self in the mirror,
Am astonished, is that an error,
That I find you in there,
And not just there, but every where.

I don’t remember the first time I met you,
May be it was back a months few,
But so many fond memories in queue,
And each one, afresh and new.

Unknown we met as strangers,
When I was a lone ranger,
From strangers to friends,
The road took turns and bends.

And suddenly one day,
At a time you were away,
I found I was lost ,
In a beautiful host.

I was happy till that day,
I was contented till that day,
You had created a void,
That was impossible to avoid.

From then, on there would be a hush,
On seeing you there would be a blush,
In the depths of the heart, there a rush,
And I thought it was just a crush.

But do people spend sleepless nights,
Get entangled in the dreary fights,
Between the heart and the mind,
Both of which are truly blind.

Does the sky appear bluer,
Does the grass appear greener,
Does the world appear cleaner,
But just you appear meaner?

And why do I look forward for one moment,
Pray gods, that I may be lent,
To me you may be sent,
And pray you never went.

Why is it that I try to extend
Every little moment, to a never – end,
Just to feel you by my side,
Let my soul go on a ride.

Was this desperation?
Or was it an obsession,
To obtain your possession?
You call it infatuation?

And then, my infatuation ended,
No, my feelings weren’t dead,
You had invaded my thoughts,
And there was rain in the droughts.

I began thinking of you,
More often than you,
And the moment I knew
I wasn’t, again I was thinking of you.

And then I began to question,
Is this a confrontation?
Should I make a confession?
Express my impression?

You had changed me totally,
You had matured me mentally,
And I discovered a feeling,
An emotion, that made me sing.

I wanted to tell you
That I had loved you,
Truly, deeply, madly,
And the adjectives ‘ medley.

But was this necessary?
I mean, telling it in a hurry?
The beauty of the feeling lost,
In explaining its cost?

For no one can gauge its height,
Its depth, breadth or weight,
And expressing it will just prejudice,
A more beautiful, sacred piece.

You are first my friend,
So, can you gauge it,
Without my telling it?
Can you travel down my heart,
And see how changed I am?
Can you see how much more,
I love my self, once I loved you?
Can you read from the silence of my lips,
And from the noise of my eyes,
Can you decipher the code,
Printed deep in my heart?
Can you free my entangled mind,
Before I ever ask for it?
Can you see how strong I am
With you beside me?
In thoughts and in reality,
Both of which are twins to me?
Can you, just for my sake,
Promise me a thing or two?
That you will never erase or fake,
My memory from your mind?
I dunno if love is a boon or a bane?
I dunno if I am sane or insane?
But I pray God, that you
Shouldn’t fall in love,
But if you do, you might as well express it.
For I can’t see you suffer as I did,
FOR LOVE IS A LOVELY SUFFERING, ISN’T IT?

Annals of life

I walk through the annals of life
Pages filled with stories
Of Happiness and Strife
Of ecstasy and Worries
Some stories were written
Before I knew the world
Before I was smitten
By Warmth and Cold
I wish to take the pen
I wish to take hold of the book
Answer myself, who what where and when
Take control, hopefully by the hook
The roots pull me back
O, these expectations
the World pulls Flack
For my Freedom Incantations
I yearn for Bondages
But I crave for Freedom
But oh, these old adages
from the ancient Kingdom
I wish to pull off my Hands
From those holding-back bonds
Turn in a new script
with my own descript
Respect my Life, for its mine
Move in it with care, for it is a mine
Dreams buried, if trampled, will explode
Ambitions scattered around, waiting to be explored
Fence me in the mine, and I'm gone
A Dead man walking, lost and forlorn
Follow me in the journey, to my Destination
The Destiny of the river is not the shore, but the Ocean...

Silence

Amidst the infinite noises,
Amidst the buzzing voices,
Surrounded by deafening sound,
I wish for Silence unbound.
But, tell me, what is silence?
Does it make any sense,
To wish for no speech,
No cliktyclanky cleech?
Is silence freedom from the sound
From howling hounds?
From clanging on ground?
From sermons of the renowned?
Doesn’t sound have a silence?
And Silence, a sound?
The noise of silence?
The silence of noise?
Ask the accused, who stands
In the court, with tied hands,
Silently watching the noise,
Is he really silent, boys?
Ask the couple who are together,
each of them trying to gather,
Silently, each others company,
That silence speaks more than words many.
Ask the little guy who sleeps,
About the dreams he keeps,
In store for a silent night,
Silently his words alight.
Then I ask myself, silence is what?
The silence above, is it that?
Or is it the Solitude
of a different altitude?
Physical sound , in vacuum dies,
But what about the mental cries?
Is no sound, their vacuum?
Is that silence, can I assume?
That but is, violence,
What I search, with a lens,
Is for tranquillity,
Not an arrest to mental ability.
For silent silence is death,
And noisy silence is hell,
And silent noise is heaven,
And noisy noise is torture.
For Silence, I find,
Is a state of mind
Away from questions upsetting,
Away from answers depressing,
Away from forces suppressing,
In a Utopia of dance and sing,
Where the mind is on a swing,
Creates its own sound,
In its own Voice
Its own noise of Silence!
That, my dear, is Silence

War

They said it didn't happen 

in one moment; 

The decision took time 

to be sent; 

They said we have seen enough 

to have lost 

Waiting on border 

to recover the cost; 

Was it war of man, 

by man, for Man? 

A war that mankind lost 

A war in which kind men were lost 

How many times, 

will Mankind stoop? 

Let us attempt 

to break this loop 

Let us start with love and hope. 

Let's try to forget, the nightmare, 

and strengthen 

the resolve. 

So, Friends across, and brothers away, 

Lets come together, 

before light fades and Mankind dies, 

Let's go to get her, 

back to where she belongs, 

in our hearts, 

in our deeds and our thoughts

Lets wage a war with war itself, 

drive it to extinction for the Sun to shine, 

for you and me, 

and all that follows from it.

Reunion

It feels a long time back
When we knew each other
It feels a long time back
Since we knew no other.
Time flies
And so did we
Chasing better lives
That we had better be.
Some where between the lines
of emails, between nines to fives
lost in days of our lives
Chasing lovers, bosses and wives.
I remember your face
But forget the sound of your laughter
I have a nice place
But nothing to do after.
Some things get better with time
While some lose their rhyme.
Age untouched you
But I am a victim of the crime.
Some dreams are over taken
While some take over
I have had my share of both
and I know the reason you loathe.
Its for you I now long
Ever since a time so long
Looking for you if you would come along
Its with us we truly belong.

The Road Taken

He remembers the day he was
at the cross-roads at the pass.
Looking ahead and looking forward
At two roads and the herd
One, a path well trodden and well laid
To destinations within reach, without aid
The other, with leaves rotten and less traveled
Unknown turns and bends it held.
If only he were two and the choices, one
Would he have taken both and won.
And he was but a single soul
And his shoes carried his journey sole.
On the road less traveled, he took the bend
Unaware of the dangers he will have to fend
Doubts and questions sneak up like ghosts
Threatening to drown in an ocean with no coasts.
Every once in a while, he looked back
Staring into nothingness like a quack
A part of himself was left behind,
Of the darkness he was in, he was blind.
He told himself of stories of the reward,
That fortune favors the brave, not the coward
With love in his heart and courage in his cart
He kept himself from falling apart.
And there he was, there at last
At the end of his journey vast.
The ends of other's journeys were crowded
In the noise of maddening crowds, shrouded.
A lesser soul would have been tired
Satisfied with all it had tried.
He smiled at himself and looked behind
Asked himself if he liked the grind.
He shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I--
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference."