Drop of Water

Tiny but myriad in stature

life in vigor to offer,

but mere the drop of water

the eyes see it fall from the blue

shiny as a pearl in shine

a steep flight as the right

a fall for verdant wealth

seeds sown deep rise to the lower skies

a sojourn from ethereal to real

a fall to fill a heaven thru the heart

open to the rays for solar secrets

the shower knows where the ray kisses

a fest at its best is manifest

a pretty damsel in full dazzle

a bridge in her somersault

a gaze at huge charms for sweet chasms

a picture beyond skilled brushes

in heavenly seven, shines in its reigns

to say it is not tiny but shiny

a majestic show in the sky in magic ways

the drop of water and the rays

a matrimonial communion

for a paradise of off-springs

hearts celebrate when it feasts the eyes

it excels the pictures of painters

in imitation of its colours

the aesthetic heart charters.

28-Jul-2024

More By  : Dr. K. Rajamouly

Published: boloji.com

https://www.boloji.com/poem/29482/drop-of-water

Bridge

I'm a rivulet to flow between the two villages, Rampur and Sompur. Geography calls me Jeevan Dhara. I offer water to both the villages for the lives and livelihood of the people in the area. I go on flowing further supplying water to the areas ahead in my journey. All, including the sky, think that I am fortunate to flow on earth between the two villages on my banks in the region. They, however, don't know how I'm suffering from agony. The agony is unseen and unheard by them.

The people in the two villages are not happy despite their wealth and progress in agriculture. I flow to their fields for good crops, making their lands fertile. But the villages are in perennial clashes due to their prejudices based on caste and creed, high and low, rich and poor. I can't tolerate the clashes ever rising between the people of the two villages. I don't know what I should tell them to forget the clashes and establish good relations between the people of the two villages.

O, Sky! Listen to the story of the people in the two villages. They aren't grateful for my free offers to them. They are quarrelling against my wishes. You can listen to the story with all attention:      

There were tournaments, going on to encourage all the players in all the villages to establish good relations among themselves.  There were players to play all kinds of games in every village. They participated in all the events: games and sports like running, jumping, badminton Kabaddi, tennis, shuttle and so on. The sports and games authority took nominations for all games and sports from all villages of the region. They were conducting all games and sports with the teams from all the villages in the rural tournaments in Gandhinagar just away from the villages in October that year.

The sports and games of the tournaments commenced one fine day. That day the teams from the two villages, Rampur and Sompur were to play Kabaddi first. The umpire administered an oath to the players:

"We're the players to play games and sports with sporting spirit. Our play will be fair without resorting to the violation of rules and any sort of violence… “

"We follow the instructions of the umpire and help the game to go on in a smooth manner until all games and sports are over for a grand success..."

"We play like brothers akin as per the rules of the sports authority."

The umpire introduced all the players of both the teams of the two villages in the presence of the chief guest who came to inaugurate the tournaments. He whistled for the start of the game. All the players were good at playing kabaddi. The players of the teams entered the court for their play. They were very eager to play well and win the game, and the umpire was very happy for the promises of players, and he expected them to play in a fair way.

The teams of Rampur and Sompur in the court of Kabaddi were looking at each other with different expressions. Cordial relations and sporting spirit seemed to be missing in the hearts of players. The captains explained the knacks and tricks to the players of respective teams in the court.

Rampur team was playing well and was scoring more points than those of Sompur team. They were feeling jubilant as they were going to win the game. While playing, they were happily dancing as they had all hopes of winning the game. They were cheering loudly.

The players of Sompur felt humiliation. The predicament of defeat was insulting them. The people from both the villages were, however, supporting their respective teams by shouting and clapping.

When the best player of the Rampur team came to the side of Sompur team to get some more points, all together surrounded him, and one player deliberately and secretly hit him on the back of his neck. He fell onto the court. He was not able to rise. None except the player who hit him knew the reason for his fall. In his place, another player came as a substitute to him in the Rampur team.

The Sompur team won the game. You can understand how the team won the game. In fact, the Rampur Team had to win surely. There was an unknown miracle, happened in their victory.

The supporters and the players of Rampur team started quarreling with the members and supporters of Sompur team. It came to severe blows. It became very serious. The playing court became battlefield creating a problem for the umpire.

The umpire interfered to disrupt the mobs involved in the quarrel. With a lot of difficulty, the quarrel subsided. In such circumstances the tournament was postponed.

All that game proved that there were clashes between the people of two villages. Clashes between the players of two villages continued thereafter.

~*~

I, as a rivulet, give life and livelihood to the villagers, flowing between the two villages. I wished that they should forget their clashes and quarrels. The people of the two villages were living on my banks but they were never friendly. They were like the North Pole and the South Pole.

The people of the two villages were like the primitives of two different races who always fought with each other.

The reasons for their clashes were that the people in the villages belonged to different creeds and beliefs. The people of one village felt superior to those of the other village. That was the main reason for the clashes between the people of the two villages.

They had ego and false prestige for themselves. One did not bow to the other, as it was their prestige question.

The villages were otherwise self-sufficient in all respects. They were good at crop production. They were striving hard to stand first in all the competitions. The irony was that they were not able to digest victory of the other, as there was no love-relation and cordial concern between them.

The people of the villages felt that their villages were kingdoms, and they were unrivalled kings. They did not care for each other, as they felt superior to others. Therefore, there was no friendship possible between them.

The best player in the Rampur team died while undergoing treatment in the hospital. The news of his demise worsened the situation by adding fuel to the fire. They were very angry with the people and the players of Sompur all the time.  

The people of Rampur wanted to have vengeance on those of Sompur who were responsible for the death of their best player on one hand and felt insulted for the defeat in the game of Kabaddi. They crossed me as a rivulet, Jeevan Dhara, swimming and attacked the people of Sompur on the other side. They went on quarreling with them sometime. When they listened to the whistling of the police, they escaped from the spot.

Whenever there was no flow in my rivulet, they felt at ease to cross the rivulet and quarreled with each other. There was no flow for two years. They faced acute drought in the area. They ascribed the acute drought due to their clashes resulted due to their prejudices and false prestige.

I was not flowing between the villages watching all their clashes silently for two years. I felt like finding a solution to their clashes. I thought of a solution silently,

‘There must be a bond of love and affection between them to have unity in diversity.’

When they were the pathetic plight, incidentally, two women--one from Rampur and one from Sompur-- fell in a dream and the next morning they told other women what I had given a good counsel to them. They told other women in turn to tie the rakhee, rakshak bandhan, the bridge to build the bond of fraternity, to the wrists of men of the other village to establish good relations.

The women of Rampur tied Raksha Bandhan to the men in Sompur. The men welcomed the women as sisters. They were extremely happy.

The women of Sompur tied Raksha Bandhan to the wrists of men of Rampur. The men welcomed the women cordially. They were very happy like brothers and sisters. There was an enormous change in their attitude.

Some men of principles in both the villages felt in their hearts the same and expressed their views appreciating my counsel to the women in their dream,

"O Jeevan Dhara, you are our life, meant for our life and livelihood. You keep the people of the two villages away from their quarrel by your full flow... When you flow, we feel our well-being ..."

The next year, there was flow in me in their Jeevan Dhara to make the people of the two villages, Rampur and Sompur happy. The crops were green in sheen on either side of my flow and greenness was seen in their lives. All were happy for my kind feelings for them all in two villages.

I, as rivulet, was immensely happy to thank the people of both the villages for their well-being during my flow.

The people wished to be sure of living further happily. They proposed the bond-like bridge over me to have a strong bond and good relation between the people of the two villages. There was positive response on the part of men, involved in clashes earlier in both the villages and on the part women for the initiation to establish fraternity among themselves by tying Raksha Bandhan to the right wrists as the token of fraternity. I was also equally glad to have the same, building good relations between the people of villages. They firmly made up their minds to build a bridge over me. They built it to have rapport and develop their cordial relations. It was the sense of fraternity that made them forget their enmity and the clashes and prejudices once. They are not to build a barrier but to build a bridge to fill the gulfs and the gaps.  Then there is a wide scope on them to enjoy human relations as humans.

The two villages became friendly as fraternity filled their hearts with love and affection, relation and concern for human relationships every time.

The bond like bridge helped the people of two villages to have unity despite diversity. As a result, they forgot their clashes resulted in times of prejudices. The games and sports were conducted by the people of two villages in a fair manner. They participated in the tournament with sporting spirit.

28-Jul-2024

More by :  Dr. K. Rajamouly

Published: boloji.com

https://www.boloji.com/articles/54406/bridge

POETRY RISES FROM

                                                                 From the varieties of crises:

                                                              The pangs of burning poverty,

                                                           From tears and fears, poetry rises,

                                                         As an expression of painful adversity.

 

                                                           From the beauties par excellence:

                                                        Sculptures with beautiful expressions,

                                                      Lively gestures of portraits in eminence   

                                                       Lovely are the arts for artist’s missions.

 

                                                        In the form of notes from the throats

                                                             Of songbirds, small but majestic,

                                                        In the songs of boatmen, rowing boats

                                                           In voyage to echo, indeed aesthetic.

                                                         

                                                             From objects of nature infinitude:

                                                         The seed in flower’s womb as mother,

                                                            All manifest the hidden magnitude,

                                                         The child that grows up to be a father.

 

                                                          From the depth of a burning volcano,    

                                                         Like lava to exhibit uncontrolled anger

                                                             From the shrieks for life to echo

                                                       The virulent cyclone in invincible power.

                                                   

                                                     Beauty lies in every object and creature,

                                                        Under the sun, suffering and smiling,

                                                         Draw the attention of every feature,

                                                        For evil-reform and virtue appealing.   

                                                                                                                

                                                         Poetry shatters all glooms into lights,

                                                       Glitter in kaleidoscopic views as virtues,

                                                         As it is to keep all in majestic heights

                                                        Abide peaceful life, maintaining values.

Published: Literary Vibes

Edition CXLIII

26th July 2024

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/552#RAJA

SPONTANEOUS SPURT

                                                  it is the erupt of lava

                                            from the heart of a volcano

                                                 like the soul in anger.

   

                                                 it is the rise of ripples

                                                   in the gurgling river

                                                with sounds for the ear.

 

                                               it is the bloom of a bud

                                              from dreams to perfumes,

                                                  hues and all for cud.

 

                                                 it is the tune of a bird

                                                 to outpour for pleasure

                                                     touching the heart.

 

                                                 it is the rise of the rays

                                                 to spread in all corners

                                                   for light and warmth.

 

                                                  it is the birth of beams,

                                                  mirth for all in glooms

                                                    the beams of blooms.

 

                                                      it is the leap of tide

                                                  for its glow in its stride

                                                       it is the ocean ride.

                                                 it is the wave for the shore 

                                                      in glide for its reach

                                                   to leave a mark in the fore.

                                                    it is the musing in mind,

                                                   for its spontaneous spurt

                                                     as a beacon in the path.

                                                    it is light risen from dark

                                                     for enlightenment to all

                                                   to gladden all like the lark.

Published: Literary Vibes

Edition CXLIII

26th July 2024

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/552#RAJAKAT

BEYOND DEFINITIONS

It is not just to depict an incident,

Nor just a long narrative,

Nor just the scenes of acts,

Nor just a series of episodes.

It is far, far beyond,

Its origin is the spurt of a fountain,

It rises like the rays of the sun.

It shines like the beams of the moon,

Unclouded and unhidden,

Unstoppable and unconquerable.

For it leads all to life by its light,

Quenching the thirsts of needs is its goal,

The kingdom of wisdom.

It leads all from darkness to light

In full dimensions, to all destinations.

It glows from the beauties of daffodils,

It echoes from the sonorities of nightingales,

To console the grieved souls,

To rejuvenate the tired, bored of hearts.

It is a flow far from the heights of merits

To the depths of enlightenments

Like living rivers that flow to the ocean.

It transforms into supernal splendors

Like butterflies from caterpillars.

Blooms like flowers of sweet substance

For definite delightful fragrance

Like the sage for his message,

Embedded treasure to know no age,

For it conquers Time's powers.

No other ventures to ascend its towers.

It has the wide medium for reflections

The broad spectrum for expressions

Like melodies of notes from throats,

Like tender leaves from stems,

Like lilies from mud-spread beds,

Like bubbles in the flow of streams.

Published: Literary Vibes

Edition CXLIII

26th July 2024

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/552#KATTA

RANSOM

            Time in its fleet brought about many changes in the attitude of most of the people today. They illegally want to own the property of others. They are ready to take law into their hands when time comes against his wishes. All such things are going in the usual manner nowadays: bribes given to officers and leaders, match fixing in games and sports, dowries in marriages, tips to servants, ransoms to kidnappers and other things for others. What the people say is that man is crazed with the spell of money and he can never come out of it. To state about ransom, a notorious kidnapper called Dhanbal was answering all the queries posed by the police inspector.

            'I've heard that you're a very clever and noted kidnapper. You were very successful in kidnapping and earning money illegally...You set the kidnapped twins free...,' said the Police Inspector.

            'What you've said is right...I was successful in kidnapping the twins but not successful in getting the ransom for kidnapping them,' said Dhanbal.

            'What made you fail in getting the ransom?' said the Police Inspector.

 

            Dhanbal was very much surprised for the question. It appeared all silly for him, as he was ever successful in kidnapping and getting ransom most successfully. He earned millions and millions. He owned a five-star hotel in Bengaluru, a lodge in Delhi, a leather factory in Hyderabad and so on. He was ever successful. He got full confidence as a successful kidnapper. He had his own teams to go all around and kidnap children. They were also very sharp. It all appeared that he knew the science of kidnapping. He had a big mansion in isolation amid shrubs. He luxuriously lived with his two wives.  He kept the kidnapped children there in the mansion that had no connection with any house. It was in the middle of the forests with bushes nearby and trees far away. His teams hid under the bushes to meet the parents or the guardians and collect ransoms. It was very convenient for him to keep the kidnapped children and mint money. In pursuit of his hunting, he heard news about one of the richest business magnates in the nation with twins in the age of nine years. He found them playing marbles on the premises. He rushed to them with a team of two men, well-versed most in kidnapping. They kidnapped them by offering chocolates to them. The team was sharp in impressing them,

            'We've many things to offer you...big, big chocolates, ice creams, lollipops and all whatever you want..., ' said the first kidnapper.

            'All whatever we want...a cricket court for play, a small theatre to watch films but no school for us with  teachers to beat us...Everything should be encouraging...,' said the first boy.

            'No school...only refreshments and entertainments... there is nothing boring...  and everything is interesting...You realize when you go there...,' said the second kidnapper.

 

            'Very good... We've a school with teachers of wicked nature...They beat us like anything... We hate school... There's no school with cruel teachers to curtail our pleasures...' said the second boy.

            'Have you heard of heaven as described in the stories for children told by your mother? You find heaven, the happiest place there...,' said first kidnapper.

             'Okay... We love it... We like it...,' said the boys with one voice.

 

                        ...                                 ...                                 ...                                 ...

            The kidnapped twins were there in the mansion of Dhanbal. They got very good treatment and so they were happy. To know their names, the kidnappers started a small conversation:

            'What are your names...,' said the kidnappers.

            'We are Lav and Kush...,' said the boys

            'Lovely names...,' said the kidnappers.

 

            'We love all except the school in which we sit facing the teacher without pleasure...Our parents force us to go to school which we do not like,' said the boys.

            Dhanbal sent a note of information to their father about his kidnapping of his twins. He also stated in the note that they were safe. There was his demand to the parents to pay two crore rupees towards ransom positively within a fortnight to get their twins: Lav and Kush very safely.

            The parents, who had been in search of their sons, learnt that their sons had been kidnapped. They knew that the sons were very sharp. They had confidence that they would come back one day or the other but they heard various types of news. Among all the types of news, the news about the kidnapping the only daughter and killing her was haunting them to pose a threat to them. They therefore felt scared all the time. They thought of the ways to free their children.

            Lav and Kush were there in the custody of Dhanbal. They served all items to the twins for a few days but they started to express their protests.

 

            Dhanbal was angry with them.  The third day they hurled stones at his dogs and the dogs were barking. He and his wives were not getting sleep, as the barking of the dogs disturbed their sleep. The next morning, He came to them to have a sweet conversation,

            'Children, you're sharp...You don't make any disturbance...,' said Dhanbal.

            'Sir, we're children to play all kinds of games and sports... You said that we would have a theatre, a playground, all whatever we want,' said Kush.

            'This's the playground for your play and that's the television for your entertainment...,' said Dhanbal.

 

            'You told many things for us to enjoy all of them but we don't have anything of that sort..., ' said Lav.

            'This's for you...All are for you...What don't you have that sort? When you've everything, why do you say that you don't have anything?' said Dhanbal.

            'Sir, we don't find any love... the love of mother's pleasure...We have only one mother in our house... She isn't here... Your children have two mothers...You have two wives...one extra...Wonderful..., ' said Lav.

            'Whenever we look at them, we're reminded of our mother...' said Kush.

   

            'You promised to serve ice-cream, chocolates and so on often but you aren't doing so. You aren't serving non-vegetarian food in lunch and dinner everyday. You should serve as many items as we want,' said Lav.

            'Okay... You'll get...,' said Dhanbal.

            While Dhanbal was going back, both of them hurled small stones on his back. He thought that they hit him. He looked at them angrily. He was going ahead later. Again, they hurled small stones at him. He became very fierce and furious but it was not his aim to be angry with them. His aim was to get the ransom of two crores and so he kept quiet.

            The dogs were barking again the next morning as Lav and Kush pelted stones at the dogs.  It became a headache for Dhanbal and his family.  He appeared before them. He tried to pat them on the back. They bit his hands. With a great difficulty, he was able to avert their efforts. He sustained injuries and blood was oozing. He rushed inside for the first aid. While he was rushing, they again hurled stones at him. It was very difficult for him to escape their hurling of stones.

           

            The next morning the servant boy came to serve non-vegetarian food and all they wanted. They ate all he served and beat him, hurling at him the plates with all leftovers: bones and others. The servant boy took to his heels.

            The next day, the wives of Dhanbal came to Lav and Kush to speak to them pleasantly. When they looked at his wives, they started to speak,

            'My mother is one in our house. You're two in your house...Why...,' said Lav.

            'You are happy here...aren't you?' said one wife.

 

            'No...All food items are tasteless and insipid... In your house the cook has no mind...no brain...no heart...He doesn't cook well...You are eating not only grass but also hay...You're animals...You eat grass...,' said Kush.

            'What nonsense are you talking?' said another wife.

            'It's sense...not nonsense...What we say is full sense...You are talking nonsense..., absolutely nonsense,' said Lav.

            'We have seen many children here. No body is like you...You're childish...You're foolish...You're ticklish...,' said one wife.

 

            'We're very good. You, my dear kidnapper's beloved wives are not good... You make promises but you don't keep them...You're dirty fellows...You're nasty fellows...,' said Kush.

            'Shut up...,' said one wife.

            'Shut up...You should shut up...,'said Lav and Kush, raising their hands.

            The wives weren't able to talk further. They kept quiet for some time. While they were going inside the house, Lav and Kush catapulted stones at them continuously. They started to run to escape their pebbles catapulted.

 

            Dhanbal who had injuries bandaged was taking treatment in a clinic in the city. Wherever he went, he went in disguise. The people were not able to identify him as a kidnapper. The parents of Lav and Kush did not respond immediately. They were waiting patiently, trying their best. Here Dhanbal was quiet unhappy with them. They were not able tolerate any further, When he came back, his wives were crying, appealing to their husband,

            'If you keep the boys some more days, they won't allow us to sleep. They abused us and catapulted stones at us...See the injuries in the backside of our heads...They have broken windowpanes. You did a mistake in kidnapping them. We have had no such bitter experiences so far... For the first time, we all became victims to the kidnapped. You have kidnapped many children quite for a long time. Some were still with us in separate rooms. You can instruct our teams under the bushes to settle the case of the boys without any delay... All the kidnapped children stayed with us for sometime and went back when their parents responded immediately, paying the demanded ransom and took back their children...What is this nuisance with the two boys...? Send them back...They must not be here...Send them away...Leave them near their house...,' said the wives in one voice.

            Dhanbal sent a note to the parents again but they didn't respond immediately as they had confidence in their sons' winning. The next day the boys had lunch with special food items. They kept silent as long as they were having delicious meals. Then he approached them. Then they threw the plates at him. He started to run. Then they catapulted stones at him. This time he was very much injured. He went inside. When he was very much upset, he called his kidnapping team, ordering them to leave them in their street without further delay.

 

            The team of kidnappers came with armors to their bodies and helmets on their heads. When the team came to them, they tried to bite them but it was not possible for them to bite. They abused the team like anything. With a great difficulty, the teams lifted them from the house of Dhanbal. The teams dropped them in their street.

            The notorious kidnapper told the police inspector that he had bitter experiences with Lav and Kush. The police listened to him and appreciated the twins for adventurous attempts to be away from the kidnapper. The parents of the boys were very happy when their sons came back safely and successfully. 

Published: Literary Vibes

Edition CXLIII

26th July 2024

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/551#RAJA

LOVE DUET

            It was evening. At the Mancheryal railway station, the travelers were waiting for the Telangana express train, coming through different states from Delhi. It picked up all the travelers and led them to their respective destinations on its way ultimately to arrive the state capital of Hyderabad in the South India. It sped in a fast manner and exhibited its stature, halting at important stations.

            Even though it came late sometimes, it would pick up speed to reach the destination on time. That was its specialty. It was convenient and pleasant for the travelers to travel by it.

            Prem traveled thirty kilometers from the place of work to come to Mancheryal. He reached the station on time to catch the train and travel to Kazipet.

            There was announcement that the train was late by thirty minutes. He deeply thought of the discipline of the Indian railways:

 

            Indian railways do not maintain punctuality. Indians, for that matter, do not maintain punctuality. they do not mind coming late. They call the activity of coming late 'Indian Punctuality'.

            Prem sat on a seat made of cement that served as a sofa for the travelers tired of waiting for the train.

            Waiting is the most difficult task. Only the waiter knows how difficult it is to spend time in times of waiting. The seats for the waiters in the station know how they experience the task of bearing with them, waiting for the trains coming late..

            Prem got a Government job at a remote place. He was staying all alone at the place of work. His mother, Lakshmi was quite unhappy for the remoteness of his work place and his having meals at hotels. She shed tears when he joined his job at a remote place.

 

             Mother is very affectionate. Nobody is a substitute for mother. Mother waits for her son keeping all kinds of delicious things ready for him. Mother enjoys nurturing her son like birds that feed the nestlings. Mother is great.

              Prem was sorry for the authorities who posted him at a remote place. He was cursing the authorities who were not fair in recruiting the people. They were corrupt. They resorted to bribery. They took bribes and posted them at the places of their choice. He was to work at a distant place, as he did not approach them for bribing them. He did not know anyone for bribing

            Prem hated the authorities in the heart of his heart. He did not want to recall the attitude of the authorities at any cost as the recollection left him distressed and depressed, and so he considered them rogues. He tried his best to forget them and their doing injustice to him.

            Prem's journey on the weekends reminded him of corrupt authorities. He recalled without any pre-thought and felt sorry for the recollection.

 

            "I should not think of the corrupt authorities, the bloody, inhuman fellows at any cost... I should recall good events and good people but not such rogues."

            Prem looked at his watch. Still he was to wait for twenty minutes to catch the train. He saw many people coming late. They came leisurely after enquiring about the late arrival of the train.

            The people were gathering at different places on the platform. They were discussing the politics those days. Prem did not want to participate in their chat on politics. He felt like buying a magazine. He went to the stall and bought Competition Success Review of the latest issue.

            Prem came back to occupy the seat where he had sat, but somebody occupied it. He preferred to stand. He was turning the pages of the magazine. Meanwhile there was an announcement that the train would come in five minutes.

 

            On the platform, the sellers kept ready all food items for the travelers. There were noises of the sellers informing about the food items. They were busy packing them to give them to the travelers.

            Meanwhile there was another announcement that the train would come in a few minutes. Later they saw in the direction of the train to come, panting and puffing. They saw it coming. All were getting ready with their bag and baggage.

            The train came to the platform and halted, welcoming the travelers to get into the compartments after sending off the travelers to get off at the station..

            Prem got into a compartment. He got a window seat as someone had just vacated it. He occupied it, as he preferred to watch the sights of nature outside. The seat was facing the east for the clear glimpse of his favorite full-moon in the night to rise and all beautiful objects of nature during their journey..

 

            Prem glanced at a student seated in the seat opposite to him. She was very beautiful. It all seemed that she had completed her graduation and was pursuing her post-graduation. She appeared dignified. He found decency in her postures and gestures, features and manners.

            "What a coincidence...," Prem thought.

            Prem was a worshipper of beauty... He adores the beauty in all things...especially that of a woman. Beauty was everything for him. His happiness knew no bounds as he expected his journey to be very pleasant.

            In his previous journeys, Prem found bitter experiences with the fellow travelers as they smoked, talked loudly, posed to be superior based on caste, spit through the window and so on even while travelling, without minding manners. Bloody fools...

 

            She was a student in her early twenties. She wore traditional costumes. She was in emerald green sari. She was very beautiful in her dress. It was not possible to say whether the costumes enriched her beauty or she enriched the grandeur of costumes. Definitely, her charming beauty enriched the costumes she wore. She looked an angel. It appeared she attended a function and was coming back.  He liked her in all respects.

            He did not like the students to wear jeans and T-shirts. She wore traditional costumes. He liked them to wear traditional costumes. He was happy as he found her in the way he wanted a woman to be. 

            Prem was very handsome. He was well dressed. He looked very dignified in all respects. She did not expect any harm to her in traveling, sitting in the seat opposite to him as she felt comfortable. 

            There was an announcement that the train was ready to move. It was moving to go ahead on its journey. It picked up the speed and crossed the bridge on the Godavari. There was a lot of noise produced on the track while the train was crossing the bridge.  

 

            "The bridge is long as the Godavari is wide. The people treat the Godavari as the South Ganges for its holiness. The travelers travelling in it were throwing coins into its flow," Prem thought.

            Prem found the travelers throwing coins into it. While the coins were falling into the flow of the river, the coins were shining like raindrops in the running lights of the speeding train. It was very pleasant sight for them. They watched the scene of the falling of coins curiously.

            Prem smiled heartily at the sight.

            She, sitting opposite him, also smiled at the sight.

 

            Prem and the student looked at each other while smiling heartily at the same time. Their looks met to create a paradise memorable for them.

            Her smile shone the glory of infinite flowers in full blooms. The dimples formed in her cheeks enriched the glamour of her face knowing no bounds. Her face was a spotless moon... the moon in his presence to compete with the moon, the natural satellite to rise in the sky.

            The student opened her magazine, Femina.  She was minding to read it.

            Prem also opened his magazine, Competition Success Review. He did not feel like going through it as he felt like speaking to her as early as possible.

 

            "What a beauty...! God created her face taking artistic care and lovely concern...She is very graceful in her stature," thought Prem with all joys in his heart. He felt like speaking to her.

            "If I speak to her, she may think otherwise. She may feel offended. She may think that I am like others who play with the lives of women as stated in the newspapers everyday. It is not as easy as I think. It is very difficult to speak to the women especially those with winsome features as all turn their glances to them," Prem thought but his heart forced him to speak to her without wasting or waiting a minute.

            "Here the beautiful woman is the cynosure for all sitting nearby."

            "I'm a worshipper of beauty."

            "When beauty is available, enjoy it. The hands pluck the rose when the eyes glance at it on a stem. The hands enjoy the thrill of its fine charms and tender features."

 

                        ...                                 ...                                 ..                                  ... 

            The train was minding its speed to reach the destination on time. It did not mind HIS rapt attention to her attraction. Meanwhile the moon rose high into the blue sky to shatter the glooms outside, scattering its shines on her face. That night, it was luckily full as it was the full moon, as the super moon that night for all to glimpse it in gaiety.

            The moon with its splendors was travelling along with the train speeding in its course. It was shedding its super light on hills and dales, trees ant thickets and all alike. All were glowing outside, riding along with the running train with its lights.

            She also watched all the beauties in the moonlit night. The sight of all the beauties was shining in her eyelashes.

           She was also a worshipper of beauty in all objects.

 

            Both were enjoying the sights lit in moonlight, expressing their joys to each other.

            She appreciated his handsome features in the heart of her heart, "He deserves all appreciations and praises."

            Prem wholeheartedly adored her, "How beautiful are her winsome features in the

in the shines of the moon! What more are more beautiful than she is in these jolly sights?

            "Her eyes are dark like those of the deer...They are big to reflect all the beauties of the super moon to offer gaieties. One outside in the sky and the other inside the train are heavens on earth."

 

                        ...                     ...                     ...                     ...                     ...

            Prem's was in full excitement and so his heart reacted forthwith to ask her the most delicate question in him:

              "Why don't you speak to her...? She has the same reflections like you...You can start with all smiles to create an indelible impressions on her...You know that all like your smile. She definitely likes to speak to you."

            "The train is going in its speed. It would not stop for any one as it minded its journey."

             Prem thought that he had wasted fifteen minutes elapsing into the past to prove waste for him. He put aside all his inhibitions and decided to start a conversation with her to make his journey very pleasant. 

            "Would you tell me where you're travelling...?" Prem asked her, smiling naturally, as he possessed a charming face with the glow of dimples on smiling.

 

            "Kazipet...," said she while smiles were lingering over her lips.

            "I'm also travelling to Kazipet..."

            "I see..."

             "Yes"

            "Same destination"

           

            Her voice was very melodious. It was as beautiful as she was to prove herself the most beautiful creation on earth.

            What a beauty with all nice charms and the sweet voice of the cuckoo!

            There was some nice break in their conversation to think of what to ask next and spend their travelling time happily. Prem and she, the student felt like knowing about each other. 

            "May I know your name...?"

            "Yes...you can... My name is Prema..."

 

            Prem smiled heartily and Prema felt like knowing his name.

            "Would you tell your name...?"

            "It sounds like your name with a slight difference..."

            "O it is Prem!"

            "Yes..."

 

            The two smiled for a while looking at each other.

            "We belong to the same city, the Kakatiya capital, Warangal."

            "Yes, the historical Kakatiya capital..."

            Prema was very happy like Prem. He was happy to hear from her. They shared happiness heartily.

 

            Prem was lost in deep thoughts... The thoughts were endless...as he was to see his dream girl in her sitting before him. He found all features and manners in her in the way he dreamed of in his would-be wife. He felt like expressing his opinions:

            "I like you very much...You're none but my dream girl..."

            Prem wanted to postpone it as he resolved to tell it when he could impress her most. He wanted to entertain her by speaking further.

            "What are you...?"

 

            "I'm a student studying post-graduate with English literature in Osmania University."

            "What are you...?"

            "I'm a lecturer in English. I was a pass-out of M.A. from Osmania University two years ago. I was appointed Lecturer at a college near Mancherial..."

            "Very glad to hear you about your recruitment as Lecturer..."

 

            "I'm very glad...We are the products of the same university..."

            "Coincidence...We are from the same university..."

            "Birds of a feather flock together..."

            "Yes..."

            "You're in the final year of your study..."

             

            "Yes..."

            "Your performance in the previous year examination..."

            "A distinction..."

            "Congratulations..."

            "What're you interested in literature...?"

 

            "Poetry... Love poetry... John Donne's poetry..."

            "Love poetry...!"

            "What do you say?"

            "I say birds of a feather flock together..."

            "Yes...we're similarly interested..."

 

            The train was pacing in its utmost speed. The moon was also traveling in the same speed to delight Prem and Prema with its super shining. They felt that the journey was very pleasant. They were lucky to have the glittering sight of the super moon

             Prem was lost in deep thoughts. Prema was also in deep thoughts. They were the symbols of love.

            Prem and Prema looked at each other with all smiles in their hearts. He thought that she had the same thoughts. They were like rivers flowing for their communion...two rivers forming a river for its flow in the ocean of time. She would join him in the song as a mark of their union like the communion of two rivers--one and one merge into one to flow in its journey. One voice and one voice echoed in the tune of a love-duet.

            "You're an angel descended from heaven to earth for me alone..."

 

            "You're celestial for me to offer permanent bliss for us to own... "

            "We're to meet here to unite in life to live forever to be ever-lovers..."

            "Our journeys started somewhere for our permanent journey of ours..."

           "We're born somewhere but we were born for each other"

            "We're born for each other to be made for each other ever."

 

            "We're on our way to see the shores in the ocean of life...."

            "We're strides and rides on tides for the heaven of life..."

            "You're the fixed foot to stay at a place for my clear view..."

            "I'm the foot to move to draw a circle and come back to you..."

            "We're one; none can or no force can separate us together..."

 

            "We're all not to fall victims but we are to clear any barrier..."

            "Our love knows no love-duel, concurring with time's powers..."

            "Our love echoes our love-duet, conquering time's powers..."   

            Prem and Prema were lost in their love duet during their travel by train. They were confident of winning the hearts of each other.

 

            The moon travelling in the welkin was inspiring not only Prem but also Prema. They were in the thrill of the shines of the super moon.

            Within fifteen minutes, the train was to reach Kazipet, their destination. He felt like expressing his postponed proposal:

             "I love you...You and I form a family to lead a life our own..."

              Prem expected that Prema would definitely honor his expression and his love towards her, his dream girl. She was able to understand him to like her very much.

            "You feel like telling me something..."

 

            "I feel like telling you what you do for me..."

            "Unheard melodies are sweeter than heard melodies."

            "Yes...the unheard melodies are sweeter to sound sweeter forever..."

            The moon, hidden for sometime started to shine brightly as the super moon. It was traveling along with us travelling in the train... It is a good journey...a memorable journey, our flight in moonlight.

             The train arrived at the Kazipet junction. The announcement for its arrival brought them back to their train journey to end in their destination.

 

            "O, the destination has come... in a fast manner. Our journey is..."

            "Memorable...Our journey is memorable..."

            "Exactly...would you give your phone number...?"

            "I want your number to speak to you at the earliest..."

 

            They exchanged their phone numbers with all smiles. They faces were full of expectations and impressions they wanted to cherish forever.

            "Our journey is like a sweet dream to dwell in the heart of my heart...," said Prem

            "Yes... I too feel so...so much like-mindedness... so much togetherness..," said Prema happily.

            "I love to travel further with you together... I would like to travel further and further," said Prem.

            "I too feel so... but the destination has come to receive us... to the Kakatiya capital," said Prema.

            Prem got off the train with happy feelings in his heart,

            "It's a memorable journey...laying a foundation stone for higher happiness."

            "It's really memorable...I cherish it ever in my life..."

 

            "I convey good news to you soon..."

            "You can tell me good news...I listen to it happily..."

            "I tell the good news on an auspicious occasion..."

            "I look forward to hearing you..."

            They got down at the station. They were walking together side by side. The viewers expected them made for each other. Prem enjoyed the ride together.  He felt like going longer forever. They came out of the station... They bid goodbye to each other with all smiles.

 

                        ...                     ...                     ...                     ...                     ...

            Prem was eagerly waiting for Pema's call. Every ring in his mobile reminded him of the good news. He was eager to listen to her in her sweet voice. He was happy in his sweet dreams.

            One morning Prem got a call while he was expecting a call from Prema.

            "O! It's from my dream girl..."

             He was very happy to receive her call and responded,

            "Hello Prema, Very glad to hear you..."

 

            "Me too..."

            "I'm eager to hear your good news...Tell soon to please my heart."

            "That's why I'm calling you as I promised...My parents settled my marriage..."

            "With whom...?"

             "My relative... I send you the wedding card to your WhatsApp..."

 

            Prem became mute. The castles built in the air collapsed all of a sudden. He was shocked to hear the news of her wedding with somebody else. He was silent without any further response. He did not utter a single word.

            The mobile fell off without his notice.

            "Hello!" "Hello" "Hellow"

            Prema's sweet "Hello" went unheard.

Published: Literary Vibes

Edition: CXLIII

26th July 2024

https://positivevibes.today/article/newsview/551#RAJA1

HISTORY OF THE SEED

HISTORY OF THE SEED

(Ottava Rima Stanzas)

The tiny seed with roots and fruits unshown,

As hidden at heart with its history,

Feels pride for its mighty stature when sown,

For high service, the sign of bravery,

Tiny but turns majestic when well-grown,

As mother from child not in slavery,

Micro hides macro for splendid wonders

To render all selfless for its splendors.

Sprouts all alone to grow to a huge tree,

To offer its wealth for breath, health, and diet,

Plenty-gifts in multi-forms offered free,

Sans expecting returns in its all might.

The seed of the tree like a sage, serves spree,

The idea in broad mind to a goal bright,

The seed and the tree in size fantastic,

For the sail still with a goal majestic.

96TH TO 99TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE:

(July 2024)

AS A WHOLE FOR THE GOAL

AS A WHOLE FOR THE GOAL

(Ottava Rima Stanzas)

One is single and many have texture,

A leaf is one, all in one offer shade,

All in unity, a nation’s stature

One to fight with all weak fails in a raid,

Seven form heaven a sight for rapture

Like high marks in all subjects helps high grade

A drop of rain all to flow a river,

Stones all cemented can build a tower.

Multi-sided knowledge by a teacher,

To ignite the minds to have his race shine,

The stars shine in night have a high stature,

For their twinkles together in their reign

All objects fascinate all in nature,

For selfless service, a supreme design

All parts of the body, with the heart supreme

Special is man with insight for life stream.

96TH TO 99TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE:

(July 2024)

THE RAINBOW OF LOVE

Love is flawless, sans blemishes,

But boundless in riches.

Love to shine in kaleidoscopic hues,

And scintillate in majestic views.

Excelling the rainbow variety,

Unity in diversity for beauty,

To echo the sweet union of seven tunes,

The symphony in harmony.

Love is light between dawn and dusk,

For abundant warmth and radiant glory

Like the glows of eyelashes

Like the throbs of hearts.

Love is the cloud to rain,

Love is medicine for cessation of pain,

For love is soil, water, and air,

A journey from germination to fructification,

A sojourn for the right destination,

Love in bloom is life in exuberance,

For its sheen in green brilliance,

Always fresh and ever sacrificing,

Like the flower to spread its fragrance.

Like honey to quench thirsts,

Like the fruit to satiate hungers,

For life and movement in dynamism.

Love is in bounty for swim in gaiety,

Light to lead to delight in eternity,

Freeing from darkness of ignorance

From dependence to deliverance

Love is the compass to lead to the oasis,

For bliss not to miss.

96TH TO 99TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE:

(July 2024)

ALL TO GROW SURELY TO GLOW

nothing comes out of nothing,

action for reaction glaring,

always there is something,

for sure, to be inspiring,

virtues practiced from wisdom,

as a clear sign of humanity

as a king for the people in kingdom

as a stark reality of sovereignty.

like strings to produce notes

melodious to fill pleasures,

like vocal cords of throats

for sonorities as treasures.

like the airy waves all tides

rise in force towards the sky

viewers all to learn the strides,

in life glide humanly high.

inklings in insightful gush

for poetry to shine in variety,

all in an incessant rush

that is beauty in human gaiety.

all those behind are unseen,

all catalysts to lead all to goal,

that is indeed the life scene,

for man-to-man, man’s sole role.

96TH TO 99TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE:

(July 2024)

VERY STRANGE WANTS

                                             C.Narayana Reddy

                                              VERY STRANGE WANTS

                                            

                                              Translated by Dr. Rajamouly Katta

                                              The ears that are tired of hearing

                                              The words uttered by the mouth

                                              Wishes to listen to 

                                              How the heart speaks.

                                              The feet that got disgusted

                                              With walking for years and years

                                              On earth feels walking, 

                                              On water surface interesting,      

                                              The eyes that got bored of watching

                                              All above the welkin                                                        

                                              Grows anxious to go and watch,

                                              How it is beyond the sky.

                                              The fingers that touched ice-pieces

                                              And got unbearable feeling,

                                              Wants to have the experience

                                              Of touching fire-sparks,

                                              The tongue is curious to taste,

                                              The mixture of all tastes.

                                              The strange wants of those feet, 

                                              Those eyes, those fingers

                                              That tongue all are the signs,

                                              Of man's strange attitude. 

                                              When man has the temperaments,

                                              Unwanted and inapplicable,

                                               He becomes a wrong man.

Published: Poetcrit 37-2 July 2024

Source: Poem-19 'Vintha Vintha Korikalu' from Vaakkuku Vayasu Leidu: A Collection of Poems, Vareinya Creations, Hyderabad, 37-38

"Sweeter than Those"

                                                   MALLEMALA

                                                            

                                                   "Sweeter than Those"

                                                  Translated By Dr. Rajamouly Katta

                                                  The song of the parrot is sweet!

                                                  The bed in anger is sweet! 

                                                  Sweeter than those are      

                                                  Childhood memories!!

  

                                                   The breeze is sweet!

                                                   Youth is sweet!

                                                   Sweeter than those is

                                                   Tiny tot childish play!!

                                                    

                                                   The fun-loving thought is sweet!

                                                   The newborn rays are sweet!

                                                   Sweeter than those is

                                                   The hug the life-partner!!  

                                                   The sunrise is sweet!

                                                   The flowering tree is sweet! 

                                                   Sweeter than those is

                                                   Great men's footsteps!!

                                                   Good poetry is sweet!

                                                   Spring is sweet!

                                                   Far sweeter than those is 

                                                   Mother to bear and bring up!!

                                                   The lullaby is sweet!

                                                   The twenty-first day is sweet!

                                                   Sweeter than those is

                                                   The honey-fountain,

                                                   Telugu is very sweet!

                                                   Telugu is very sweet!

                                                   Telugu is very sweet!!

Published: Poetcrit 37-2 July-December 2024

From Telugu Jagathi

World Telugu Federation News Letter

                                                   

A Pebble and a Stone

A pebble in the flow,

At the bottom of the purling stream

Learns a bitter lesson

Of how far it was hit in its course

While rolling without gathering moss

A stone, a lover of silence

The pebble’s elder brother

Broken at the stroke of a hammer,

Knows how much labor

The muscles of a laborer

Toil hard in the scorching sun

In the building of a high mansion

Both the pebble and the stone:

Two pieces of rock after all  

But placed in different ways

And destined to reach different goals

One in the flowing stream and ocean

The other is laid in a high mansion

Goals in diverse or in like fashion 

The students of the same teacher 

Find their ways different,

Their goals different 

Their placement different

Their destiny different 

Two ideas that rise from the mind

For peace and equanimity

And for unrest and enmity

For preservation and for devastation

For chaos and for creation

For a hell in heaven

And for a heaven in hell.

These are after all Nature’s course 

The ways of the Rising Spirit,

They remain unknown_

Beyond the logic or the reason of a critic.                               

POETCRIT 37-2 JUL-DEC2024

Musings of Muse

                                                            Fantastic in nature

                                                             Majestic in stature

                                                  Musings from the realms divine 

                                                     Dawn in mind for their reign  

                                                      Rise like bubbles in streams

                                                       Arise like ripples in dreams,

                                                           Form and burst soon,

                                                        Against the poet’s boon,

                                                  Born and reborn, all perpetual

                                                           By the grace of Muse,

                                                 Goddess of musings to amuse,

                                             All seem to sing in sweet symphony,

                                                      In the chords of harmony.

                                            Unheard but heard in mental horizon.

                                       Untouching but touching the heart-amazon, 

                                                Unseen but visible to inward eye

                                                     For the poetic vision high.

Published: Poetcrit

Vol 37-2 July 2024