Moonshine

 The moon is smiling

At the other end of dawn

It's Moonshine kingdom.

Chandarahaasam

Vekuvyathirekuva

Vennelaraajyam

చందరహాసం

వేకువ్యతిరేకువ

వెన్నెలరాజ్యం

Dad's Birthday

సింహ రాశి లో పుట్టిన నరసింహం  

తాయారమ్మ నరసింహాచార్యుల విశేషం 

చిలకమఱ్ఱి కుల తిలకం 

శ్రీ కృష్ణ శ్రీ రంగ శ్రీకాంత శ్రీనివాసాగ్రజం.

శ్రీవల్లి ఆనంద నందన

కమల శోభన సుత సౌభాగ్య శోభ

సియా రియ ఆర్యన్ మీనాక్షి ల ప్రియ తాతిన్

స్మిత రమణ పల్రవి చంద్రుల పూజ్య జనక.

మీ జిజ్ఞాస గగనాంతం

మీ ధైర్యం హిమాలయ శిఖరం 

మీ ఆత్మీయత  అపరిమితం

మీ స్థిత ప్రజ్ఞత మాకు ఆదర్శం.

ఆత్మ స్థైర్యమే మీ కోదండం 

అసమాన సహనం మీ సుదర్శనం 

భాష భావ సమంజస సమన్వయం మీ కౌస్తుభం 

ప్రశాంతత ప్రసన్నత ప్రమోదత మీ త్రిశూలం 

ఈ జన్మదిన వార్షికోత్సవం నాడు ఈ సంవత్సరం  మీకు ఎన్నో మధురమైన అనుభూతులు, చిరస్మరణీయమైన స్మితారమణీయమైన  స్మృతులు,  విన్నూత పల్లవించే అనుభవాలు, భావాలు చేకూరాలని కోరుతూ 

మీ పిల్లలు రవి, పల్లవి, ఆర్యన్, మీనాక్షి 

 

 

 

Sos Birthday Wishes

శ్రీ లక్ష్మీ సరోజ సుతుడితడు  

శ్రీ రామకృష్ణ తనయుడితడు 

పవన పావనాగ్రజుడితడు 

చుండి పరివార శిఖామణీతడు.

సాహిత శ్రేయాంశ జనకుడితడు 

ప్రియాంక హృదయపాలకుఁడీతడు

ధనుకొండ వారి కొంగు బంగారము 

అల్లుడనే ఆణి ముత్యము.

అల్ఫోన్సా మామిడి అతడి  స్నేహం 

గౌతమి తీరం అతడి సాన్నిహిత్యం 

అమెజాన్ విస్తీర్ణం అతడి సహనం 

అంబరాన్నంటే నిరాడంబరం!

ఈ జన్మదిన శుభాకాంక్షలు నీకు మరిన్ని విజయాలు, సంతోషాలు, దైవ కటాక్షాలు చేకూర్చాలని మనసారా కోరుకుంటూ ...

All of us from Chilakamarri family.

 

  

Mom's birthday August 18 2025

కమల నిశ్చలపతి గర్భావిర్భావి

రాజ రామ శ్రీనివాస ప్రియ సహోదరి

శ్రీ శేషనరసింహ వదనారవింద సిరి వల్లి

కృష్ణ రంగనాథ శ్రీకాంత శ్రీనివాస భ్రాత పత్ని

గిరిజ రమణ స్మితల మమకారమూర్తి 

పల్లవించే చంద్రుని మాతృమూర్తి

సియాన్రియాల ఆనంద స్ఫూర్తి

ఆర్యన్మీనాక్షిల కిలకిలల ధాత్రి

చిలకమర్రి వంశ ఉష ఈ స్నుష 

మరింగంటి ఇంటి దీవెన ఈ ఉష

శ్రీ శేష నరసింహ మనోగతం 

నవ్వులతో విరాజిల్లే మరకతం

ధైర్యే సాహసే శ్రీ వల్లి

అనురాగాభిమాన వెల్లి

అమ్మ అలవోకలే మా ప్రేరణ

అమ్మ ఒడిలోనే మాకు నిర్వాణ!

Hearst Castle

Aspiring Spires rise

Spiraling quest into Skies

Heading to the clouds

Wealth weaves over waves

Dual duels with infinity

Rubble Trouble

Aish-war-ya laas-yam

Neel-am-ba-ra chum-ba-nam

Bha-va-na vai-nam

ఐశ్వర్య లాస్యం

నీలాంబర చుంబనం

భవన వైనం

haiku from Hearst castle

Petal on petals

Blossoming serenity

A Contemplation

In the midst of marble and metal

I float gently on leaves and petal,

Silver and white might have might

Pink and green in serene delight.

Castles rise to royal template

Stretching spires, high from the ground.

I bloom to help contemplate

And blossom ideas profound.

(Experimenting with haiku in Telugu)

హరితామరం

దైవకార్యకలాపం

పుష్ప విలాసం

welcoming 2025

A new day dawns,

As renewed sunshine no.

Here ends the year of Twenty and four,

Its 2025 now, to the fore.

An year of vice voices and votes,

Of rising prices, and of currency notes.

When inflation deflated many an incumbent,

Demagoguery remained ascendent.

Facts and fictions

Now coexist in fractions

Friction gains traction

When we pick our faction.

An year with wars all around,

As hopes for world peace run aground.

We all gazed to witness Gaza razed,

Is motherland dazed, is Ukraine unfazed?

What will the future bring

For whom will the bell ring!

Will we have the strength to condone,

Will we stand united or fall alone!

It was an year of loss and lament,

For silent statesmen, and humble chairmen

Arts' stalwarts and society's stars,

The owners of woh Taj, and Wah Taj!

Will this be the year of AI?

Are we doomed between Aye-Aye and bye-bye?

As it vacillates between elucidate or hallucinate,

Exacerbate or eXterminate!

There is still but hope,

The optimists' eternal trope

For a fresh bloom

Amidst all the gloom.

A new sun is upon us, 

May he shine bright 

It's the end of the tunnel, 

And we see the light. 

May we find a fresh resolve

Let our despair dissolve.

Amidst talk of boom and doom

Weave our dreams on hope's loom.

May this year ignite a spark

Dispel the fear of a night dark

May we find roads less traveled 

And discover passions unrivaled, unraveled.

May we find common dreams to unite us

May we forge bonds that untie us

May we find unique words to define us

May we break the cages that confine us.

May the start of the new year

Bring a new music to our ear

An wiser mind, and a younger heart

Let's welcome a new start. 

Happy 2025!

 

Aryan and Meena - rhymes with Nanna

We are going on a drive,

For miles twenty five,

Listening to radio live

into 680 South, we dive!

We stop at red light!

The day is bright.

Meena wants to bite,

Nanna says dont fight!

We traveled too far,

In our mazda car,

We're stuck in a jam,

that's not in a jar.

Welcoming 2022

It's a day of joy and cheer,

The backend bookend for the year.

When Santa comes in his sleigh with deer 

The future adorns a hopeful veneer.

    The past fades, in a snap,

    those fleeting, ephemeral stories.

    Do they empower or do they sap?

    those fading humors, horrors and furies.

A new Sun hides, just beyond the veil

with new stakes for every head and tail.

What will you take a chance on?

To feel, to seal or to heal!

    So lets mask our fears,

    and mend our tears.

    Store away our rage,

    and restore our courage.

    Lets bring out the fireworks

    and mark our runups.    

    Wax poetic on our dreams

    while we bury viral rivalries.

Lets engage with another year

A New Year, with a kind ear

with a diverse vision

not endless division.

Lets start something truly new

And welcome 2022!

    

    

    

    

       

Welcoming 2020

As the welcoming screams, whistles, fireworks for a new year (and a new decade, no less) surround our serene apartment in my home from multiple sets of rowdy youngsters, enthusiastic party animals and high spirited spiritualists, I wake myself up from my own metaphorical stupor.  I'm awake, but lost in thoughts.  I forget where I was or what I was doing at the start of the last decade, but I try to remember the things and people lost and found over the last year.  My last month has been at home (though I reside elsewhere), with family, travel, food and shopping taking up all the time.  I found myself realizing that I hardly had time to reflect and react to a year gone by, a year that vanished like the mist on a bright winter day, like the smoke from the agarbathis - I felt its fragrance and its smell, but I couldn't hold on to it.  And now the year past is nothing more than a polaroid picture in reverse - a fast fading picture of jumbled memories.

I have lamented multiple times, to same and different people, that the times are moving too fast.  I am no Einstein, but as things move faster, time should slow down.  But these days, life is moving fast, and so does time.  May be I have stopped perceiving time, stopped to stoop and smell the flowers, stopped to marvel at the life around, stopped to revel in nothingness, stopped to ... stop.  I miss writing, I miss inspirations, I have become a passive observer of things, and letting life flow through me, rather than taking life for a ride.  So, I will try make amends.  I will try making resolutions, and try keeping them. And you keep me honest.

My Resolutions:

1.  Take time to update the blog - atleast once every 2 weeks (may be every pay day).
2.  Connect and Reconnect with friends and extended family.
3.  Play tennis atleast once a week - anywhere.
4.  Go to gym for 30 minutes atleast twice a week.
5.  Learn something new every couple of months [even simple things].
6.  Start volunteering.

So, here's to stopping to smell the roses, writing a blog on it, telling my cousins about it, and my new tennis / gym partners, may be learn to grow a rose tree and teaching that to school kids.

BIG GOALS.... Baby steps. Wish me luck.

Sonrise

You are our every sunrise

You are our every sunset

You are our every triumph

Of our every drop of blood, tears and sweat.

You are our every moment

Our very fiber and filament

You are the glowing light

At the end of our every tunnel

You are the winner

Of our every debate

You are the karma

Of our eternal fate.

You are the twinkle in our eyes

The dimple beside our smiles

You are the joy of our dreams

You are the boy of our dreams.

Watching you grow

Is to see our future unfold

Is to see our life unwrap

Is to see our dreams unravel.

And we just can’t wait

For every first and second of it.

Jab we met

That day we met,
I was Newton
I discovered gravity
With my heart falling.

We got engaged,
Pauli's inclusion principle
We were two charged particles
Cohabiting, with different spins

We got married...
I was a Bohr,
But you were a Curie
And together we combined
Two half-life s full of radio activity.

And now, we are traveling
Through space and time

Observing ripples and gravitational waves
Created by our beta particle
Our own God particle
Who gives our whole space time
A whole new mass
A whole new meaning.

Glass and the Mist

Looking at the glass of water I wondered if it was half empty or half full And then looking at the reflection in mirror I wondered if I was a half wit or a half fool! I asked the glass “What do you think! Do you wish you were filled up to the brink? Do you wait for the water to go down the sink? Or hope to be held to the lips for a drink?” I didn't know if the glass looked at me and smiled Or if it looked at me and sighed! But I thought I heard it say “What a weird question for the day. Neither am I half empty, nor half full I hold a lot of things, but there's never a lull Whether I hold water at the bottom or upto the brim I also hold the air, the sunshine and the shrink's dream! I stand on the table, able and tranquil, Holding on to my share of the fill Waiting patiently for water, air and sunshine Or for the thirsty lips thine”. At that moment, I looked at the mirror The “mist” around me, seemed to disappear Life isn't half empty or half full. Its about finding peace in our share of fill.

about inception

A dream beckons 

in the night 

Of possibilities 

and what might. 

A future bright 

lies beyond the gate 

Attempting to tempt 

a tempting fate. 

All realities that bind 

you and me 

In a way that 

I do not want to see 

A bind that unties us 

Is the bind that unites us. 

Bound by realities 

Freed by possibilities 

When hopes are rarities 

Take refuge in dream cities

For Siya and Riya

You arrive as twin breaths of fresh air,
Painting new colors in our lives and lair!
You force us to stop and marvel
As your lives and our love for you unravel.

The wait of our life in our palms
The weight of your life in our arms
Our shoulders will forever be your chariots
You make us prouder than Nobel laureates

Every moment with you priceless
Every moment of you, may God bless
Time and space cease to exist
Every time you smile in jest.

Suddenly, life has taken a new meaning
As we welcome this new beginning
These moments will not just be memory trails
These will tell our life's tales.

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?