ధనదాహము

పరువు పరువు అని బరువు మోసి,
 బరువు బరువు అని పరుగు తీసి,
పరుగు పరుగున కలుగు చేరి,
కలుగు కలుగుని కలుగ కోరి,
కలను కళను మాయ చేసి,
మాయ మర్మము తులము క్రోసి ,
తులము తులము కొండ కాగ,
కొండ కోనలో కులము రేగ,
కులము కులము వేరు కాదని,
వేరు వేరుగ ధనము రాదని,
ధనము ధనము సర్వమేనని,
సర్వ సహితము సర్పమేనని,

పెద్దవాడిని నేను నేనని విర్రవీగి,
పేదవాడు మనిషి కాదని బుర్రతూగి,
మనీ మత్తులో మానవత్వము,
మానమేమో మౌన గానము,
ధనము మత్తులో మాయలోకము,
మాయ మొత్తము.  మరణం వేగము.

Azure

~Right to write.

Of the awesome heroes of great fantasies, of the thorny rose of a fool's ecstasies,
Of a point when the world kicked to a start, or of the shores where sea and land part,
Of parents teachers and friends, of polity and our present day trends,
About any being can we write, for you and me we have that right.

Of the dreams that never come true, of the streams playing where you grew,
Of those air bags with a fist of chips, of those cool rags dancing in flips,
Of the sultry sun on a summer noon, of the spring breezes under a full moon,
About any memory can we write, for you and me we have that right.

Of the rustling leaves in nights of fear, of the trickling tears at the loss of dear,
Love from the deepest trench of a heart, or a treacherous story of a one-liner’s smart,
Of the buzzing flies in a chilling night, of those yelling lies with ignorant might,
About any feeling can we write, for you and me we have that right.

Of your will to express what you think, of your skill to impress at pouring ink,
Of your inability to speak to the crowd, of your fear to shout things aloud,
Of your claim over your paper and pen, and so also over what is being written,
About any writing can we write, for you and me we have that right.

Illuminating thoughts

In the deepest trenches in the mind, those depths of dark you won't find,

Erupts a volcanic thought in the blink of eye, you'll know what but never why.

Waters of logic try to drench and eat, such flames of thought of a creative treat,

But it burns the waters to fumes white, and reaches out the world after an unseen fight.

Breezes try to beat the fire; the thoughts almost vanish in the modern mire,

Forests bred of orthodox waters try to put off; a dry husk of better thought shall not laugh.

The husk blazes long after a sunset and in the green burns a red carpet,

The thought walks over deep to the lake, and hurdles it too like a walk over cake.

The holy waters and the dark forests submit, and soon a part of the world shall be lit,

The light of such rendezvous minds shall ignite, lightening the world more every night.

And soon shall the mankind glow, brighter and brighter as the storms blow,

Letting us be better and wise, earning or saving a little of the price.

Ignited in such minds are thoughts, that those think deep in the unknown dark,

Rising against a ton downing plots, they cry out to the world hark.

The waters shall be calm again, for they gain back the fumes after rain,

And the mankind shall enjoy the gain; no such thought shall go in vain.

One more night

Days did I starve for care, days did I just stand and stare.
Days did I wait for one like you, days with hope to start it new.
Days did I fear of breaking the deal, days did I cry when you didn't feel.
All I need is one more night, to say my pain and cry my plight.

Days did I wish not to stop the talk, days did I wish never to end the walk,
days did I plan to tease you more, days to see you joyous than ever before,
days did I try to own your love, days to fight like we do now,
All I need is one more night, to talk a fight and hug you tight.

Days did we enjoy what we are, days did we wish not to be afar,
days in silent tears muted wishes, days in loosing fears sharing dishes,
days to say how we need each other, days to say you are all my bother,
All I need is one more night, to dance with you in the full moonlight.

Days I prefer you over all the world, days I wish I gift you a ring of gold,
days I see our fingers in love hold, days our stories like tales you told,
days I wish you know my heart, days I try foolish to be the smart,
All I need is one more night, for ours is not love at first sight.

Old is gold- the end

(Continued from... http://forlorntears.blogspot.in/2013/02/old-is-gold.html )

A serene calmness took the room over. Nikhil hovered silently in the room, hands folded behind, continuously staring at them, she and his brother, shifting his glances from one to other. Seated in the opposite couch, lying her head on the sofa, she stared upward in hopelessness, tears brimming in her eyes as she spoke, "what had happened that day after he left?" she asked. "You know it," he spoke in a stern voice. After a long break, he started, "I was here speaking to him. I was explaining him how inconvenient would a couple feel, how should he choose to live instead, and I passed him his tablet. I talked to him for an hour more and then I left." Nikhil still stared in wonder, yet in doubt. He could see tears flowing to her ears silently. And then she broke down crashing her hand to her heart. "I killed him." she muttered. Amazed, her spouse stopped roaming and stood looking confused. Yet fury and desperation came over him. “I should not have left him between you both. One who would taunt him for spending every penny of his, and the other who has eyed the miserable man's generous will. I will never know now" more tears drew over her cheeks as she spoke. "Yet I did" she at last let the pain pass over lying her back to the couch again.

Silently came in a bee flying, too odd in the higher apartment of a polluted beauty of the oldest cultures, and moved hither and thither till it settled on a red spread over a white supposedly leather. They both glanced at each other and at the lady calmly as she opened it with a bunch of papers, fingerprints all over them, half blue and half blood red, and wrapped in them a multi-tool safety nail cutter, stained in blood too. She sobbed endlessly in the quite hall.