HAPPY NEW YEAR

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Roll on. Roll on .. “Life cycles”

What’s happened that is past

Now look to the future…

A sphere is ready with dazzling rays..

An another sphere ready to excel with colors

Just I wish to open “the entrance of 2018”.

with prayers, love and dreams.

Oh! Dawn you will smile for all…

I want to glow the mind with “ light of dreams”.

I want to fill the heart with “colors of love”.

Well to do. Well to do.. Will get to all.

Stretched the hands and welcome aloud

Happy new year. Happy New Year

Wish you all a colorful happy new year.

Go to Home..

Go to home go to home  ..
My heart beats. O, my heart beats"
For the search of golden memories
From here a rented house, go to home
Go to home.. go to home.
Very mighty the legs and hands in speedy movements
The mind has already reached there
Just I open the entrance of golden memories
Away from the buzz of the city life
The air which so fresh in lungs
The mirror-like well, well-to-do in water
Water striders on the surface like swimmers
The roots of trees and some green ferns carry off drops
For the evergreen leaves to make colorful buds here
The breeze touches on the keyboards like coconut rachis
Parallel leaflets move up and downplay svarams.
Swaddle  all spikes of little flowers in dance
A spectacular glow of the sun in the shades
Where mynahs and cuckoos O” mash-up rocks
Scampering calves grazing with Milch cows
Reddish brown and yellow jack leaves
O’ autumn fall, in the native soil
That made a mat, to make a cap and act as a cop
In the boughs full of sweet fleshy fruits
 O” jackfruit tree with old swings waiting there

The gabled roof with squirrels, crows and sparrows
In quarrel for their resting zone
I will be in the joy of memories
Obscure treasures in each room
Eyes are sparkling with precious moments
But countless in the mesh up of spider net
Some are in the jute sacks with the twirl of rats.

Green slime algae’s in the passages
When I touché them impulse
Made a luster of the smile,
 and heart gained a sonorous vibration
My hand's imprints are there in each room
With slate pencil marking that I made there
My books and the rusted bicycle
Lie in a fractured way with termites and ants
Opening the woody window pane
I got the odor of bushy little buds
From the thatch with wooden pillars
Where I hold and spin like a top
Then running here and there in the rain
With broad plantain leaves on the head.

I saw tiny Leucas flower there
I saw little Ixora flowers there and
 Most lovely Jasmine buds in greenery
Fills the devotional love on earth
The sacred grooves and beliefs mesmerize me
With rare kulamanga nuts and cute mangoes tastes
Oh the tender coconut quenches my thirst here
 where we made chariots for a temple rituals
Take off and landing likes a dandelion in green fields
Bestows a fulfillment, to and fro way of this life

I want to say loudly, in the lush it’s my home
I want to say loudly, in the lush   it’s my home
But the obsessive feelings
 the old generation missing
My grandpa and grandmas’ love
I saw broken childhood photos hanging on nails
I touched them “blood is thicker than water”
That made my throat stops up
While going a breeze with the
Wrinkled hands patted   I felt
It’s my natural habitat. “My home”
I want to say loudly, in the lush it’s my home.
Houses I will change but the heart is in my home,
In the midst of all stress, for showers of love
Hey, go to home. Go to home...
My heart beats..
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Merry christmas..

Wonders of winter..

Bit by bit from the blanket of clouds

Yeah! Belatedly but sun rises in  east.

 The skies  today in a mystic glory of December.

Scattered rays on high mountains,

Scattered rays on wide deserts and

Scattered rays on frozen plains…

While the broom of sea breeze sweep up at shore,

And the shores filled with soft corals and shining pearls.

Gust of air shredding the mist covering on meadows

the broom of land breeze sweep up dried leaves,

In  garden so filled with fresh fragrances and birds to rock.

The adornment done by little animals and colorful butterflies

There  are snowflakes on bottle brush trees in an elegant style

The crafted Christmas crib with yellow hay in warmth

Still goose bumps on the skin, beats in the heart.

The blushy sun in beautiful twilight ready for a nap

 Quest for scenic wonders more in this winter,

O” Now the night is more.

O’. Now the night is more.

A bright pole star you show now the way

With the solstice boat sailing in sky

Twinkling more, smiley little stars in row

As a glow of jasmine flora in the sky

Showers  of light and fragrance to whole world.

Amazing! .Jingle bells are ringing

Nocturnal carols are at peak

Woo, the much plumcake is ready

O” Dear Santa, come fast with lovely Christmas gifts

The lovely Christmas eve in this heaven.

Seeing all this wonders of winter

In this auspicious occasion

To the entire friends who meet,  greet  and celebrate,

I too wish you all " Merry Christmas... and a Happy New year…."

Weavers of life..

Weavers of My life.

Thanks to who all wove good relations

O” Father you are a skilled weaver,

 O” mother you are a skilled weaver,

They made the fabrics of love in my beautiful world

 Groomed in the hand looms.

Where they picked up us as thin threads

Even in lot of effort knit with love and care

Adore designs of the costumes at home.

Dressed up in that warmth bliss

Feeling of thumping heart in their affectionate pat

Ha ha... laughs and able to fly as a bird,

 through different lane  and levels in the life.

With suits of different styles

On the way I saw colorful flowers and tree

“Dye makers” the siblings who ground petals 

With fragrance they splashed chromatic spring to me.

Now got twill weaves in rainbow,

Start off charming friendships,

that  brings tremendous joy in the heart

Ha ha they are laughing with me   

I got the legacy of a golden yellow yarn of love,  

by that yarn, made I a knot with a new heart,

and entwined my heart .

She added more colors while darning more,

in her costumes thus stitched gaudy butterflies

That started to sway with my names in her hands

Woo! Embroidery works so close to my heart.

Ha ha the butterflies smiling with me

 Yesteryears went on the looms of life very fast.

 I was spell bound to colored costumes

But I felt solitude, my body swathe in a white fur a lot.

Whir sound in the bones I can’t weave

Needles and the yarn slips from the hand,

prickling to my skin due to the blinking eyes.

Unable to find the true weavers and old costumes of love.

Well made things are nowhere to be seen nowadays,

I felt sheer artificiality in the costumes

O” the body lost the novelty...

That’s why I trivialized sufferings of mine

Without any costumes, I am bare in the soil…

That’s the final destiny of lifecycle.

Life stages in Palm

          Life stages in palm

The palms are amazing stage of life

With powerful pentadactyls

 Lot of points, circles and segments

Precise geometry of life in hands

 That deciphers gracious task and facts.

It’s not indoctrination, but a construction.

The hands pass unique zeal of life through nerves

Arises marks of  lots of powers in the palms  

Which  are able to clutch any part of this world

Thumps up   for different stages of life

Winners have cried up with raised hands.

Little flexi hands, sucks the thump finger

Brings a cute childhood smile in lips.

Hold the fingers apt with pen and pencil

Read , write and grow with smile in school days

Thus make a youth with a powerful fist

Its not for a fight or fright

 It has size of a thumping heart

thumps up , open locks in  hand.

That make the world in touch of hand

Doing the skillful labor for the lives

Men and women punching on time

Holding the chisel carving the things

Holding the plough tilling the lands

Holding the tools, the technicians at task

All other jobs in turn, skills of the palm

With rolling thumps up for their life.

Land to sky stretched  hands  raise the flags

Clap with palms, for the working class in stage

Wiping the tears and sweat in their faces

Counting the wages in the hands with a smile

The old age with shivering hands

Holding the sticks and walking on paths

But the finger prints never get changed

 Fingers become stiff with multifold marks

The phalanges unable to move

The thumps unable to rotate

Now nothing to hold just memorize the past..

Read from the hands not as a palmist

Glimpse through different stages of life

Abut fingers go down from the thumps

At last bottom of thump pulses stop

 the fingers  headed to flat on the earth.

O” sad unknowing stages of life also there.

Some with stains of blood in hand lines,

That changes the hand lines inert

Give up the clutch of dollars greed

That alters the static design of the palm.

Thumps up thumps up for human kind

Precise geometry of life in hands.

the magnet and filings

        The magnet and filings..

Each life has a magnetic material.

The thumping power of “ a  lovely heart”

With filings of feelings in “the dynamic mind”

It’s only for a  certain duration,

Each had a field of attraction.

But now all in different poles

Those we loved, going too far

Those we hates, coming too close

Like pole repels, unlike pole attracts.

Amazing magnetic tenets of life continues

At last in the earth everything will join

Without the feelings, only as tiny bits

The vital filings here on the earth only

In the enormous field of “the magnetic earth”

Remain as filings, with in tiny creatures..

The catamaran..

         

The  Catamaran

Hey, look the catamaran it’s not a simple soft log.

That lies alone, swing in tears, says stories a lot.

On the seashore, at sunset a man folding the nets.

 Near the fishing Craft for daily food for the shore.

 Gentle sea breeze whispers something to the catamaran?

 The bright pole stars in the reddish cloudy horizon are ready,

Guides  every sail of the fisherman within catamaran.

He is ready to took the catamaran with hopes

 Little daughters coming up precious pearls to their hut

Lovely wife desires for full fishes in the net,

gives a lantern in hands with drops of tears.

The fisherman returns back in the next dawn to shore.

In the challenging waves catamaran floats,

 like a black shining feather in his wings.

Heart  wood  catamaran  gives warmness to his body

 It’s taking him as a cradle in sea waves..

 Full moon glinting smile in midst of twinkling stars

In the solitude of middle sea   in the catamaran ,

Sky  witness his sufferings for belly’s at shore.

The person in an ocean with endless sufferings..

Had faith in “the catamaran never sink to the deep”.

A devil like typhoons roars with centripetal acceleration

Made him as the spinning top in several feet’s high

Catamaran jumpstarts   then  speedy as a  dart in waves

The direction changes by each hit of waves

The mist and darkness crushing the eyes,

Rhythm of heart rises with the longing to live,

that relieves the plight, maintain the oars up and down.

He hugs  the catamaran that  again floats with him.

Few miles to  the shore, the catamaran sails with him..

through the waves like a seagull..

Fishing for food ,fishing for family’s dreams

The rescue team shouted leave the catamaran

But he know his real life  scripted with catamaran

It’s not simple logs to leave  and the labor he done to  frost

 catamaran never broken his heart,

A hand trust in the wood  and an assurance to his life..

 In high tide and low tide this catamaran floats with him.

At Sea shore neighborhood  weird  screaming  echoes

The net entangled of fishes and pearl oyster

 he brought it for the shore, but slips up on a wave

 the rhythm of his life broken when he saw

the rouge waves pummeled  his hut..

Ouch, he lost his wife and daughters !, that really crack.

Again he hugs the catamaran and weeps in the sea waves..

He thrown away the fishes and oysters into the sea

His hands are numb , he  gasp for breathe..

Shouted in heartfelt pain and weeping madly..

Give my little pearls back, give my lantern of life back..

Give my little pearls back, give my lantern of life back..

In the tides with deep sorrow to depth

 He seeks out “the lantern and pearls”.

He drag into deepness of sea alone..

He drag into deepness of sea alone..

 Now look the tipped heather feather “catamaran”

 Alone float like cracked log  with debris in the sea.

O” Catamaran alone.. O” the catamaran alone..