THE SUN AND THE FLOWER AND LOVING CASTLES

These red flowers bloom with the sun’s burning rage,

They remain alive tucked within periphery of greens,

It brings me to think glimpses of events of last year,

Here is celebration of New Year in firmament of cheers,

Beneath are the warring and surviving zeal with landscape.

Spring with dry meadow, hot crust of the earth makes

Every green dry, yet life is not killed, two pigeons, together,

Move around meadow, and pick corn into hedge and grass,

Those hide corns strewn over dry land of cultivation,

With amorous stories those are still figuring out like

Magnets around crystalline wetness, waiting for rain in its

Season, two birds set off one sentiment of soft spring.

Para-metrical elongation creates labor that blooms

The eccentric pasture for living and connoisseur of loving,

When beautiful footsteps move to cross the land

For home that is not abettor of leaving, but waiting for

Answer from her, that she may try to bridge loving castles.

Shadow, grass blades and tree-trunk support walking through. 

WORDS AND BEES

Everyone understands everything,

Words are on everyone’s tongue,

Someone utters

Someone listens

Contradictions are everywhere,

None sees the whole tree,

Everyone sees only flowers,

None does know darker side of green,

Everyone sees deep green leaves,

And bees hovering over colorful flowers.

Everyone speaks about truth,

Gathering crowd mixes in broils,

Morning song, midnight song,

Are all dropping words, with tunes,

Those are not like that of bees,

But like pursuits of bout,

Coming from a land of puzzled whispers,

Clandestinely uttered by blood sellers,

Who are nearest to everyone, but

Everyone is blind to detect ill voyeurs. 

GREEN VIEW

I first went to this garden,

Green greets me, I respect it,

Coconut and betel nut trees are in queue,

With attention, I moved into it.

In its singing blitz,

Pets are also inhabitants,

A symbol that reveals continuity,

Translating truth in reality.

Assimilation, a trait inside,

A kind of morphemes of life,

Consciousness being present,

A dream turns into congruent fullness.  

EVERY NIGHT BECOMES NIGHTMARE TO ME.

Every attempt in life has been destroyed by faulty decision,

Plans denied by nearest and dearest ones, as if all my attempts

Are not fit to the whims of their mindwear, those need to

Pass through their mentor section that also vagabonds do

Things of semi-notorious means of waving hands of acting

In more cramping and wired way to life performance they

Do act as their best way of thinking and impacting like

Fireflies splintering short life dancing around that fire,

Burning alongside, even though they has passed through

University education, yet they are galvanized to thinking  

Imperfect monitoring, making cracks in my whole plan,

And lastly I have to abandon it on ground that I am the fool.  

Indefinite way of other meaning of spending time with

Failed attempts like enzyme of rotten mangoes, acting

With abandoned technique, once, more than once

They travel like dignified creatures upon the earth,

Those are wonders and winners of their act, without

Having training from renowned thinkers, and denying them

Instead, taking no measure to refresh their knowledge

They travel with elated attitude upholding all acts

They perform as their victory over old fools who are

Nothing but breathless setting of confusion and illusion,

They very easily drop out old values like spilled water

That was once their life line, and they forget it deliberately.

Every night is nightmare to me; I have to swim over this ridiculous pond,

With the hope that green is there, bird is there, home is there.

RAINDROPS TELL ME (HAIKU)

Raindrops tell me

In the night, it is an image

Of soaked green mind.

HAIKU

Winter harvesting,

Paddy corn still lying in field,

Green seeds, life-cycle.         

RED SUN TAKES LEAP (TANKA)

Red sun takes leap

Above horizon and hills

Greens awakening

Morning gets quantum with joy

Life is worthy, yielding pride. 

THE VILLAGE ROAD (TANKA)

Village road reaches

To many rural land sites

The villager walks

In the morning sunlight

The green creates pleasing sight.

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

While moving in a train, it comes to my view,

The front of hills, the front of greens,

The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take

Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing

Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,

Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming

Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,

Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.

The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse

Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,

As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising

From the dark, we are responding with singing,

Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,

Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming

Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.

This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless. 

THE HILL ROAD (HAIKU)

The hill road, divine,

It is curved as our life

Gliding in green hymn. 

THESE CHILDREN ARE GROWING IN SILVER SUNLIGHT

Autumn sun-rays play in the hill region,

Morning spreads pleasing care around,

Lightly move little children in the village,

They are enjoying in wind of soft harmony,

Birds and greens mingle in sweet singing,

Climbing papaya tree is magic with balance,

For food of the day, the boy tries to pluck

Papaya while others are looking at him.

At that time we are walking along there

Seeking some desperation to find life,

It is another sojourn over our living pattern,

We are delighted in the boy’s turn

On childhood honeying with the nature,

It becomes fairy tale in bold and free

Spin of the boy’s attempt to go forward,

These children are growing in silver sunlight.

THROUGH THE WINDOW

Window panes open

Bed-room of my friend’s cottage.  

Outside unknown flower blooming

In neighbor’s garden.  

Mind flows with crystal sentiment,

That pleads for freeness from cage.

The grills of window seem iron barricade,

Into mission of soluble wisdom, hindered.

Flashing outside with flowers and

Green leaves of banana tree conglomerate.

Mind moves child-like,

Amid pristine bait of imperial sentiment.   

“I do not tear you.” Mind tells to the nature. 

CLOUD

You are more volatile than summer persists

And so is our breathing, then in heavy rain,

Wet blanket covers sea of warm house-boxes,

Green turns greener, clouds pull coolness,

I am enjoying view of sublime, hovering clouds. 

I HAVE TO CARRY SANDBAGS

I have to walk on a forlorn street,

My way passes by a sand filled riverside bungalow,

Where live some people with immunity,

Their field for walking is matted with green grass

And controls and measures altogether,

I cannot announce my anger in a voice,

As the wheel of interference is strong and punitive,

Victory is theirs; my anger is a lost boat in the ordeal,

Fortune comes with their dreams, I am the dry leave

To fall upon the river, they make whims and dance

With sound of whistles those are flash news,

I am the onlooker in a circus show, and they are creator

For wind in the firmament of enjoying, and I am flown,

And sandwiched through their business and green houses

With running cars I cannot even ride or hire one.

I am abandoned in a sand hill cleft,

I can only whisper, knowing I have to carry sandbags. 

HEALING TOUCH OF THE GREEN

Moving through natural garden,

I am on board of an electric train,

With a ticket to go Guntur, AP,

Bringing my baggage on the board.

Green, passing by speedily,

With hill-tops moving in curved line,

Contour of binding line elates the scene,

Outside of our moving train.

The winter day passes on journey,

A well designer creates a new scene

That contemplates slops of green passage,

Trees are like scarf moving behind.

I am arising like tenant of life,

In the percept of green-birth,

As if looking glass is green resort,

The earth makes images, beauty of the nature.

I feel proud in the gentle mirth

Of the nature hurriedly passing my vision,

Amid concrete constructions, stations, towns,

Those are waking in the vast natural stream,

I am moving, surrounding glory fills mind,

And someone makes everything sharp,

Around the vision, and ripe food grains

Are to be collected and recollected, near river basins.

Enormous source for surviving plight,

Keeps us all in salt and in honey

Of the great creation over the earth,

Breathing, and imploring what is more in cycle.

Of our life, love makes our courage

With all the nature’s things, we are participating,

In best performance of our dream,

Mind gets healing touch with the earth’s green. 

SLEEPING BEAUTY IN FOG

Sleeping beauty in fog,

The nature sleeps in winter dawn,

In green grass song. 

GREEN, THE LIVING SENSATION

It drizzles,

Rusty clouds in the blue,

Raindrops talk from inside,

They stop, again fall after a gap,

Distinct September,

Weather counts spin

Over change of a season

Upon the earth.

Paddy crops planted

Thieved in green to green web,

Saplings are swinging in wind,

To grow in fulfillment,

And it is dream to farmers,

A favored bet for returns,

Green is sweet to all population,

Giving protection to living sensation.