Embracing after an end

Days many and many since we last talked, held our hands and in silence walked.
Yet the distance is unanimously dwarfed, for at once, over all the pain you laughed.
Deeper was my mind's pit to bury my love, for my heart lazily recited not our vow.
And today you come back again my dear, for you speak and all the haze did clear.

Far as cut even to breeze were you and I, but were tied by the invisible care.
It was an ego storm that blinded sun in the sky, but to shine, the sun didn't spare.
The skies cleared as finally the gloomy hearts rained in compassionate tears.
The hearts twined as their embraces taught them of the future's real fears.

Like upon the water swims the rose petal, so softly will your fingers touch mine.
Like off thy nail's pluck sings the thin metal, so will that touch pass shivers in my spine.
Like as the creepers dance in twirl and lock, so will our hands hold together today.
Like as the anchored ships in a stormy dock, to every wind of deep emotion do they sway.

One's eyes admiring others in looks calm, and speaking all those words deep buried in hearts,
Dancing on fingers are their palms, and an affectionate ritual of love starts.
Care and love rains in the music of breathe, as words hustle in the silent night.
Mourning in the smiles of anger and tears' death, they loved forever till sun and moon might.

Every finger is special

Count by one and show your thumb, without that you are almost numb.
To help every other of your team, shall make all of you in unison gleam.
Count by two and point to a mark, for the destiny is light in the dark.
So work for it all day and night, with all your mind and all your might.

Count by three in the long middle one, a leader is strong if battle's won.
Lead your mates through perils and pits, and care for none of those who not fits.
Count by four and wear the ring, for every victory you work you do sing.
Appraise and applaud that friend or fiend, for because of him its a happy end.

Count by five and the little stick,  wavy and free, small and quick.
But what is a hold incomplete, every sailor in place make the fleet.
Holding them all is the palm, seeming useless, jobless and calm,
deep inside it holds them all, for without such support, the five will fall.

So needs to be the ones who do, one to do and one for what to,
one to fill spirit and help the main, one to praise and pay the pain.
One to support every other, one to tell the other is a brother.
Thus fingers five in a hand, divided they fall united they stand.

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.