HAPPY SMILING OF GRANDSON

With sweet smile,

The baby stands in love of

Grandmother, happy invention.

She smiles

In her happiness

Behind grandson’s smiling.

Sparkling smiling

Of baby grandson

Drapes across her countenance.

Love of grandmother,

To get her grandson

In sweet smiles, everlasting.  

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. 

I AM MISSING SOMETHING

I am missing something,

I imagine my work to be done

Not in smoke, but in colorful strokes,

In liberal way of existence

And I want to make it a space station,

Promising platform for aspiration,

But all my attempts are settled

Into compromise, in clogged force,

As if a heavy fog hovers over in my life,

Horizon is not seen,

The great blue line has lost its abundant race,

And I am moving into nothingness.

I am missing something,

My leg slips from intimation,

Fingers are not on my skin,

I cannot stare steadily over arousal,

Sounds of my love go beyond selection,

I am brought to the bottom of love.

I am missing something,

As a solo performer, I am dull,

As a touching man, I am cool,

I cannot put wit to my living pattern,

I put myself in neatly inside of solitude,

I am lost in the rigged sound of world.

My dream gets an axe-blow in echo of life,

And I do not understand the world. 

THE RISING SUN OVER WAVE OF ROOF-TOPS

The rising sun,

First light, cool and soft,

Comes over counting of roof-tops

Into first sight, serene,

Above town and over high-rise buildings,

Not surrounding with the scene,

Counting of sea waves,

Yet in the deep of heart of town,

Wave of roof-tops forms waves

Of astonishing scene of concrete work,

That will merge in our daily scene 

To see and to help interplay of

Counting our life-span,

Merging with stunning window and the sky,

In the context of housing boxes,

Alongside the nature’s gift to see the sun-rise,

Either from hill-tops or from sea-waves.

THE BLUE IN FOG

The blue in fog

Morning mist peers in loneliness

In quest of life. 

DREAM AND VISION TO LIVE IN PEACE, IN THE NEW YEAR, 2013

Just now the town is flourishing near the nature,

The hill-contour stands alone not solitude, as it is

All before the vast room for the town, even one

Can roll on one’s little room, in flower bed

As if the green outside, with river basin inside

Greets everyone with the creation of loving rhymes.

Everyone here will find value if one try to find

Something worth that is common to all, breathing,

A mystery of our existence, over the life,

Deep conversation around the nature, filled with water,

Fresh with resolution, covering life line of every relation

On our dream and vision to live in peace, in the New Year, 2013.

SLEEPING BEAUTY IN FOG

Sleeping beauty in fog,

The nature sleeps in winter dawn,

In green grass song. 

LOVING MEMORIES

Time passes in time,

Man or woman goes in time,

As I am travelling in speeding train,

Looking outside of the natural scene,

And I think of the time

That is relative,

With the stars moving

Or brightening the sky,

As if I see the love,

Kissing and cuddling

On the past day,

As if I am one of them

Who are listening sounds of life,

In heart and in rain,

When the green covers body reign,                             

And I live in seasons of the nature

Mature with recollection

Of our touching and caring

Our loved one.

Time will come

When I will sink in memories,

To think life is journey

With love and battle,

Like up and down contour

Of the hill and the terrain,

Masterful enclave

Of the nature with dream,

In presence of our deeds.  

WE WALK WITH POETRY AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

We walk with poetry,

We move in light of poetry

In life, like stars. 


Note: Ms. P. Nagasuseela and Mr. P. Gopichand are two intelligent masters of organizational capability, conducting this International Poetry Fest at JKC college, Guntur, AP, India, since 2008.

2. Prof. Pornpen Hantrakool of Thailand helped me to get this picture. 

THE POETIC BLISS – AN ANTHOLOGY, INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST, 2012, GUNTUR, AP, INDIA

Poetry, beloved images,

Printed pages are beauty of words

Companion of life. 

POETS AT INTERNATIONAL POETRY FEST – 2012, GUNTUR, INDIA

Assembly of poets,

Colorful vision round the creation,

On the earth, life’s dewdrops.

HEART OF LOST HEART

The acquaintance goes outside

Of my web page ecstasy. It is a broken singing.

The scent and hue of our daily talks lost in web jungle,

The airy space is now a passing light.

Once we talked like rain of words falling,

Upon glass window, with resonance and passion,

My fingers run over keyboard to bring bubbles of love,

Until dark horizon came on the compliant mode.

Now I sit down on the web page alone, I often call her

Over phone, and recorded voice tells me

The telephone number is not in service,

One moment I have a deep sigh.

Behind the glass screen, I do not know what

She is doing, absence from me is a fence over the passion,

That was once our talks and understanding each other.

As if tons of love has the earth between me and her.

Space on the earth has done connections like burn,

Web sand piles are now over our heart, a greedy web surge,

It bends everyone and then makes vacuum

That braces over life and burn, heart of lost heart.

Color is gone, I still on the fencing braces of learning,

I have to go on break after break, as wave breaks and forms

Over oceanic character of love and gravitation,

I still love a break of loneliness, thinking she will come again.

BALANCING LOVE

She bounces

She wants to share performance,

She is young, she is fortune.

She moves along line of union,

That shows body curves, nice,

Dividing sections, soft.

Flexibility, crossing legs,

Whispers inwardly warm journey,

Over exciting eyes.

She supports fine balancing,

To protect love,

Like caring a tender sapling. 

When she walks,

She is bold to know the world,

She thinks she is at the highest                                                                                                  

Moments of life,

She is host of colors,

Worldly life, rainbow in mind.

LOVING MIRROR

I cannot reject all reflections,
I cannot reject all points of views,
I cannot reject all net works of addressess,
I cannot be independent of assigned addressess.

Please come close to our moves,
I can use limits of face to face recognition,
I am independent of broadcast dependence,
Me and you.

Let me stand face to face,
I will see how we take in the sunlight,
With rain alongsight

Words of many words are reflected,
We live in he subset of nipples' effects,
Memories are moistured with wordles stares,
I want to mingle with your physical workload.

I am moistured once again and again,
The method of replying is discribed,
Extention of developed images with prefix of love,
I want to get relaxed in your physical network.

I am embroiled with your footsteps,
With prefixed and suffixed net assignments,
All words are stopped,
I am awake in love, please come in my mirror immages.

LOVE IS LOVE

Water-wave forms life to occupy the sea,
Travelers put fingers to trace cool flowing in sands,  

Unevenly pressure makes pleasure in beloved eyes, 

Water soaked beach makes prominence of lovers,
 Men and women make rooms, awaiting for love
Comfortable on the earth on the moving sequence,

Love is love, on passage of life's journey, 
Like desire of mountain to touch the sky, 

The blue sky sets our desire on open mirrors,

We are in timely flames in the act of appearance, 

With our approaches, we like to be insider. 
Not willing to disappear from rooms built with prayers. 

LOVE LOST IN THE VAST WORLD

In the internet flowing of messages, images,

You come in your page and video stream,

With your beauty in valley of thousand likes,

Where from I began singing love songs,

I dig it with your pretty eyes,

And with your loving countenance,

I admire it for long time of wishful messages,

For love and sequences of offering ring,

That I win on my loving whispers,

And your absence, it seems love is done,

Becomes great stealing prisons of love,

With assurances of pains of feeling,

I am in that sense of losing a part of life,

With remembrance of your past presence.

And answers of love are sweetest songs of the earth.

When she bents, I see her back,

Hands covering her breasts, over her shoulders,

She is beautiful, like swimming lady with

Night meditation, a sequence of hair falling,

Upon my eyes, and I can smell loving pleasure,

With her high and low breathing over life

That is the source of loving movements

With fragrance of flower that she uses in perfume,

And her body becomes one source of mingling

In the watery wall of swinging delight,

It is now a message of love and dream of the past.

In search of identity, I am like monsoon cloud,

I look on your face that is like a loving woman,

And it is the sequence of signaling ordeals of light,

With many things of sustaining stories,

And these are the wishful assets of happiness,

Healing touch moving over love and its doctrine,

Flowing away gently, doing nothing on my calling,

I think it is a dream, as if winds of love caught

For a moment, I just get past of snowy living. 

THE GREAT-GRANDMOTHER AND HER GREAT-GRAND BABY

This poem is for Mrs. Suchitra Bhowmik

Age by age she passes eighty two years,

With life, having lightness and darkness,

Now she has one friend who is baby

And she is not known for the time being,

As life have fractions on tiny family,

Living far away, with occasional visits,

To the great-grandmother, who is

Perfectly living with existing force,

Yet feeble to recognize her nearest one,

It is like claim and reclaim of time cloak

Over the stage of cell bounding events,

The baby is acquainted with parents

And little with grandmother,

Now renewal for acquainting with

Mother of grandmother is distant aspect,

The baby is bewildered, and cries,

The baby does not rest with her embrace,

Yet it is great energy to hold the baby

With other hand that is known or unknown,

It is the life of creation,

And we all move with the significance,

And the baby is energy of our living,

With passage of time, we are disciples

Of the great creation, we are bounded in. 

DEVOTEES OF GODDESS DURGA

The grandson lonely

Moves for what can be

His terms of protection

On the pandal of Goddess Durga

Who mounts on Her pet lion,

In Her legendary win in the war

With Asura Mahishasura,

Along with four children, on Her altar,

And we worship Her for peaceful living

With Her gracious presence

With Her blessing upon us,

She stands for all blessings,

Upon us with our dreams

And Her wining zeal,

With movement of judgment and colors,

With glory and promises,

With glittering light of mind,

From the baby to the old devotee,

Obedient to acquire consciousness,

For defending honest sacrifice,

In the searching of love and peace,

In the battle of good and evil,

On the long way of perfectness

Of becoming well being,

For living with peace and happiness.

LOVE AND BURN

She wants

A realm of love

On a fantastic term,

Sharing moments

With someone,

Very careful

Like winter dew

Standing high on

Grass leaves

Conflicting with the sun,

It is term of love,

To live with

Loving sun,

And the sun is creator

Of warmth of love

To engulf its love

On the blasting surface,

With helium on burn,

The nature revolves

Around the light and term.

She wants a home,

With a new window

That can pass light

Through its wings,

With lips kissed,

Close to body touching,

In body moisture,

Over time and again,

Sensing time’s need,

With life and loving feed

For another journey

With delight of awakening.

HAIKU: GODDESS DURGA

Blissful eyes,

Her valiant looks on war field,

With more motherly flair.