When Confused....

This week i made in time for the poetry bus...may be more early than in time. The theme being Confusion by Niamh Bagnello. I started out thinking about things that confuse us the most, on routine. But nothing seemed to attract creative part of my brain. Without much racking and getting confused, i decided to write about the anxiety we go through each time we get confused. The result is a straight and simple poem with no complexities and of course no confusion :)

When confused,
you drown in a sea of wilderness,
thoughts surge like gigantic waves,
emotions battle against strong winds,
stress creates small ripples
paving way for a big whirlpool
sucking rationale from the roots


When confused,
you experience a free fall from clouds,
sweating profusely at a breakneck speed
as wind gusts hit the face,
confidence evaporates in mid air
and fear forms the rocky surface
in preparation for your crash landing


When confused,
calm down and be aplomb,
faux pas are done here and there,
anticipation seems palpable,
but do not listen to rehtoric voices,
meditate for the sound of pure thought,
discover the truth behind the veil of perturb

Wish from a Shooting Star..........

Why did destiny coaxed into granting
a freedom fogged from unseen failure
Why did widened horizons gave an enormous vision
only to get blinded by the false aura of personalities
World, how can you not be a better place for me to live
inspite of accommodating innumerable lives
May be you are worn out too by the ugly fumes
emerging from back stabbing games, finger pointing plays and murder statistics
So many dreams were about to turn into reality
as of now they are stuck in sand dunes like oasis
Enormous energy which was poured into happy living
burned out to empty making life a long trudge
Enough sulking and crying in private,
took notes from this life-sponsored rehabilitation.
Just waiting for adamant dark clouds blocking night sky
clear the path for twinkling blanket of moon's world.
I can trade one enduring wish with magical shooting star
and get back the past glory shelled out from me

Poetry Bus Dramedy!!

Hey guys!
I am little late for the bus this week. I hope there is a seat left. Argent is driving the bus this week and has a superb prompt. You can compile a thought on either comedy or unrequited love into poetry. (Unrequited love is a love that is not openly reciprocated or understood by the beloved.)Argent also pointed out that we can also combine the two challenges into one and pour out our hard work into beautiful lines. I normally would go with writing something about love since that is my forte (Forte only in terms of writing and not literally:)). But this time i thought to write something based on  unrequited love + comedy and i finally ended up writing one,
"A Dramedy"

This is about a girl who fell for a CIA officer(ficitional) and tells the story of her unrequited love in a comical way.


I am flattery at its most dangerous,
yet i could not make you love me.
You dont marvel at this tremendous beauty,
but gaze at wacky inventivness of gadgets
I am not a super hit brand like Jolie
If i was, i would have adopted you my Brad.
I may look like absurdity of premise,
but please try to unfold the crazy plot beyond.
When a trouble brews inside protective walls of the nation
you bring it under control with enormous style and sophistication
While i take pride in your victory,
you laugh out loud and mark me being childishly.
Your talks are dreadfully stuffy in any case
irritatingly officious too.....
And if i ask your opinion on love,
you bring out brusqueness and be short with me
Whole world is paranoia about finding Laden
instead they find you and inject some emotion
So you can sense my obvious dissappointment
and feel the love enchantment!!!

Loner.........

This poem is about a person who made Edison train station in New Jersey  his home in the past. An year ago, when i used to commute to New York from Edison on NJTransit, i used to see this person in a small waiting room that accommodated four benches. He used to sit on one of the benches and hence no one else bothered to sit on the same bench each day because of his odor and bad attire. Although pitiful looking, he did not care  about who was coming and who was going nor did he begged for money. All he used to do is to stare into vacuum and sometimes gave a huge grin. But he managed to get food somehow each day ( I am sure not by begging). He was just a loner in the huge crowd that commuted to and fro NYC everyday. But one day, all of a sudden he disappeared and never returned to the station again. I wonder what had happened to him and felt bad for not helping him out(at least giving him some food).We were and still are that busy chasing our lives, pity us!!.

This poem is in remembrance of him  injected with my imagination about his state of mind.


Why do you focus into emptiness each day ?
Is this a display of temerity or timidity ?
Have you reached a terminal boredom in life?
Since when have you lapsed into stupefied silence?
How could you let your life to be nightmarish?
Thinking that fate has bestowed this upon you
or waiting for someone to lift your spirits?

You are not wasted, you are not arty,
you are not pretentious,
yet no one care to acknowledge your sorrows.
I see, this station harboring busy crowds each day
has lent a deaf ear to your corrugated past.
No one, no one but you can bring yourself out
of whatever that is happening within you

Do not expect pity from the moving crowd
They gasp at the absurdity of your life's content (how do they know?)
but never lure themselves to offer some help.
All i can see is their disgust for your stinking odor
Your maligned clothes make a miss in
the vapors of early hour pressures .
Late evenings also carry list of social commitments
but no one's list has your name for a rendezvous.
Your death does not create avalanche of muck raking
except for a small line in the local newspapers.


So Mr. Unknown,

Uncertainty is the charm of the life
Do not waste your life in the boredom of solitude.
Do not limit your existence,
between the train tracks and parking lots.
Trigger yourself to a working mode,
look at galore oppurtunities life throws at you
pick one and pack the past beyond today.
Ascend from the bottom of the pit
and catch a train that could lead you to your destination.

Love of signs or signs of Love?

DFTP is driving this week's Poetry Bus and has an interesting prompt for us. Roads, signs, imagination and lot more.

And here is my response to get onto the poetry bus. Lets feed the pixies!

A divine angel flew to
no parking any time earth zone
Seeing her descend into the woods
my sharp and subtle senses
evaporated like dew drops under sun
The immense ocean of love asked
my heart to stop there on red
and the speed limit went down to zero
I realised a rail road crossing
had in store for me this day
Hiding from her eyes,
i followed her onto a winding road
and onto a slippery road until she disappeared
and the blissful detour ended abrupt
Dejected from the road closed
I took one way ride for several years
until one day my destiny road narrowed
and i got a ticket to meet her again
We met, we spoke like divided highways
long waited to meet....
Then came a day when divided road ended
and the two lanes merged into a wedlock.

A trail long gone cold

This poem is about the current situation that is prevailing in India. I am really tired of reading corrupt stories, murder articles, a cult's(Shiv Sena) obsessiveness for one religion to exist in a secular India and Andhra's youth claiming their lives for a cause. All Indians who are enjoying the fruits of  freedom bought by our beloved leaders, have forgotten the means and purpose of this freedom. The true sense of Democracy  "By the people, to the people, for the people" is now confined to classroom teachings in schools. Freedom to live, freedom of speech are still a dream for most of the Indians.

Did we ever practice getting things done in peaceful way since Independence?. The only peaceful way we follow these days is bribery. We forgot teachings of Gandhi, we forgot how Ahimsa has led to the greatest victory the country ever experienced. This situation should change.

I wish every Indian should pledge this: We will fight for our causes in a peaceful way by not giving up our lives. We will discourage corruption and get things done in a "peaceful" way. We will not encourage hatred, fight and murder each other. We will not exchange words criticizing other religions, as we are the people who have to carry legacy of  father of the nation. A legacy that should set a good example to rest of the world.


I see a dizzy pace of upheaval in today's India
tough out there for a leader with an ideology
an ideology that Buddha preached
an ideology that Gandhi practiced
The country finds itself on the cusp of confusion,
chaos and dissolution brought by
greed, power and crime.
Frustrated souls not willing to take
this time for glum acceptance
nor clinging to fight for peace with peace


He who parlayed a problem
into a thriving social expression
He who with a stick and a vision
drove entire nation for freedom
had a glorious prophecy for future India
But generations, since, diluted his aura,
brushed off  his principles
The foot prints that brought freedom
have faded in the wheel of time
Ahimsa, on the verge of extinction,
is now a trail long gone cold


Sure we live in a time of innovation and expansion
but prizes always go to shrewd politicians
who can stake out new territory, define boundaries,
even set new rules for the game
a game giving illusions of freedom
for the nameless hundreds
a game exploiting the true
sense of  Democracy

We are approaching a tipping point
in attitudes and behaviors towards the downturn
A country promised to be united even diversified
is breathing hatred and division
is claiming lives of youth
is suffering the loss of  resources
i can see millions of Gandhis
on currencies that fill the pockets
and i wonder if they are just  images
not a reminder of glory, truth and non-violence

I want to see the situation unfreeze
let all portray Ahimsa in a new context,
a new reality, not a return to the world as we knew it
but become a part of dream envisioned by the greatest leader
Let us walk the trail he walked

Old, yet refreshing

This is about a poem i wrote in 1997. I totally forgot this even exists. Found it at my home recently, when i was in India trip. Thanks to mom for preserving my early work :) I was so glad i found it and amused while going through it. I wrote it when Titanic movie had released , when whole world went crazy over it.

This poem describes about Rose's feelings for her love Jack, after his death. There is nothing great about this poem except it connects me to my past self. It is sort of like a page from a personal diary. I always wanted to maintain one personal diary but  feared it might fall into some random hands. With a diary like that you can always fall back in your free time, ponder over and re live your past. I should start writing a personal journal (not referring to a blog here) at least from now since every thing is digital and secured. So that, in future when i have no one to talk to or when i am tired of talking to people around me, i can travel back in time and talk to my past self. Hellooo Shilpa =]

okaaaayyy.....here's the poem..

Jack, its me Rose,
Your hand in my hand
indeed was a big hope
When i looked at you
your eyes were filled with my image
I can clearly not miss you
But i had to leave you in those chilled waters

Years passed on by
But my love for you hasnt gone dry
My promise to you
has not missed its reality
"Rose" with all her color put on,
Waited everyday for
rain to shower on it

You are far away from me
playing with stars
singing along with moon
But you are in my breath
going into my heart and pumping out strength

That night,
While others struggled for their lives
you rescued my lilfe
yes, you rescued, my life, your soul

I owe you for everything
And i promise to repay
waiting for a warm welcome from you......

Inspired by David Choi music

You need unconditional love from me
but disregard to reciprocate
I want to chagrin your ignorance
when my feelings lose dignity in your thought
But cannot help stumble upon your smile
I knew it is not fake,
but it is not what you are for me

I am all that you've wanted,
a girl attributed to undiscovered pearl
You bask in the delight of my presence
finding me in every woman you come across
you wont deny experiencing these and i don't
deny sensing "conditional"

You worry about me but you are fractious
You groom me in your world
but shut your doors on me deliberately
And you come bursting sympathy on me,
an untouchable care, a solitary banter.

Do you make your heart up to break mine
the next time,When i am on top of the world,
when i forbear my logic and believe your eyes
not knowing when the love carousel pauses again

Your love for me is so intense, i know
But why visualize me as an obligation
when i am your prerogative in your dominion
I paint the moments of togetherness but you
welcome a time that makes me ambisinister


Impulsive or premeditated
what ever you name it
your behavior makes and breaks my heart
I am love struck and don't care if i am down
I will take care of the unconditional love for you
until i leave this world......

Break Through

Have you reached a deadlock
with a bargaining impasse..
Is unfair climate cursing
you with tears of rain..
Has your faith slide down
from being strong to being vulnerable..

Don’t fade away with time
All those should haves and would haves are worthless
Say goodbye to your paralyzed judgments,
for its time to....
dump all those fractured thoughts,
into an abyss of unwanted sorrows.
vivify those brown grasslands,
that stand lifeless in your mind.
pull yourself apart from this rubble
and try for a Break Through in life..


Become torpor of pain.
Countervail all the barricades.
Perambulate through intangible fears.
Show fervid to live everyday.
And feel the new you


Enough living in penury of courage
Doughty is what you need now
Rampart your weak spirit
It is not too much to ask
And this aplomb will make you Sui Generis

A sonnet with 2 extra lines(if i can say that!)

First impressions are so superficial,
for the way I have known you through the years.
Deliberation has never been this tardy,
as I had to know me to know you.
The hubris in my mind’s eye drew a hyperbole,
made me think you are just another obvious character.
Found a huge paucity of muse for my life,
for too many analogies reflected in men around me.
I could only make allusions to kings, knights and heroes
and squeezed catharsis out of these..
Though my jargon sounds bohemian,
it is an archetype of woman's intuition.
If it wasn’t for my canniness,
you would still be flying under the radar
If it wasn’t for my intuition’s growing inclination towards you
The references I made in my dreams would never come true

Gossip Girl

Even in snowy climate,
you make a bright fire with your presence.
Even while wind gusts,
you do not leave air to breath.
Always quick off the mark,
creating ruckus and ruins.
And when things take a turn for better,
there you are again cultivating a clutter.
Someone is returning from gloom
and you remind worse is yet to come.
Are you imaginative, are you journalistic,
are you the scholar who graduated without any degree.
Always make me wonder why your id,
does not clash with your superego.
There are times you are low on momentum,
is it the wait for news which makes you blithesome?
Dear gossip girls of Manhattan or Madagascar,
time is life and life is not rife,
so, get a life and get out of others life.

Nanna Prema (Telugu)

aadi vishnuvunu vedukonaga,
aadi lakshmivayi naa inta velasavu.
aalakimpaga nee moomunu,
aadmarachipoyanu anni odududukulu.

bosinavvula pasi paapavai,
naa nattinta paaradaga,
eedu varnala indradanasse,
naa intlone stira padipoyindi kada.

chiru paadala pattila savvaditho,
alupe theilyaka ade aatala sanditho,
velakattaleni koti sambaralane, naa
inti gummaniki toranaluga alankarinchavu.

goru muddalane neekandichga,
gundelloni baadhalu gnapthileve.
nee pavalimpuku naa bujamandinchga,
aa roju padina kastamantha kanumarugaaye.

koothuri aata paatalatho,
maare ruthuvulane gamaninchaledu.
padaharella nindina naa papayiki,
pelli cheyyalani palike peddalu.

naa chitti talli ni veeda,
manasu angeekarimpaledu.
kani adapilla eppudu "aadapille"
oka ayya chethaki andichalsina pille.

ooru vada jai jai lu palukaga,
jarigindi maa siri laxmi parinayam.
kanta thaditho tanani saaganampaga,
koranu devudini oka kaanukani,
naa ee janmaku ika selavu ippinchamani,
marujanmake talliga tanani prasadinchamani

Turning a New Leaf

The lava inside my heart
Fulminated as it were a volcano
Descending along the rough roads
It indurated through the course of time
I knew the barren land would feel nothing
But came the winds of joy n drops of hope
And there blossomed the daisies of compassion

Fun has lost its fun while having a ride with me
Dysphoric thoughts started disturbing my days
Life seemed to be “tristfully ever after”
I knew that “grey” exemplifies my situation
But never thought “green” could shine in my destination
Now this ray of hope struck the cord…
I wish it weren’t another enticing delusion!!!

New Life

I am sailing….
through the waters of life,
embracing every wave of trouble.
I am pure as driven snow,
holding a bunch of stars,
to spread my presence across….

Asleep at the wheel till now,
and lost all the vigor and glow.
Awake and aroused today
analysing every move I make.

I am starting where I stopped,
clearing the clutter that made me stall.
Not afraid of loosing anything
but strong enough to prepare for something.

Hurdles can’t hold me back.
Pain is the new teacher,
always telling me to fight back

Heedful, mindful and watchful i am
Started again to sail through the waters of life……

Someone special

Standing alone in the rain,
i was waiting for a ride.
I can see street lights,
spangled the night skyline.
I wished to get home early,
but caught up in the midst of nowhere.
was a fool to realize, the situation
was meant to meet some one
some one, so "speciale".

Struggling with my umbrella, I gave a look
at a figure dashing down the street.
as she approached me laying off
the distance between us,
she started to excite my aesthetic admiration.
Her charisma could have removed,
multitude of sins that i committed.
She stood in front of me and gave a look,
as if a riddle wrapped up in an enigma.
Pointing to her hand she was asking something,
her voice was echoing in my ears,
but my mind could not decipher the words.
Bewildered was she, in the water covered night,
but i could not help get hold of my senses
that were locked and surrendered at her feet.

Do not know what to do,
she started to move away.
This made my heart to miss the beat,
and my conscious to regain its life.
I went after her to offer help.
but the chase left me lone and dark roads
with no sight of her........

I could have made a virtue of necessity
but came back empty handed
Serendipity could have cursed me
for the bliss i just missed
i hope my immoderate fond for her
would rearrange for a time
where our paths cross again!!!!

Beauty

I guess god has glorified the nature,
when he bestowed beauty upon her.
Trees set a pleasant gayle,
as she arrived to this world.
Warmed up were the winter chills,
assimilating her smile into them.
Her presence is like a breeze,
set in faire weather beginneth at dusk.
She is divination of light,
even night glowed taking pride in her.
Days would slip emptily,
were you always in thought of her.
Her mystifying looks will leave you,
with a puzzled countenance.
She is a beautiful stop,
in your mind's peregrination.
Wake up, as she might be true,
if you care for her existence.

Everything looks just beautiful!

Your love has just made
every day a perfect one.
It made sliver droplets
fallover and delight my skin.

Your love has painted on me
with the strokes of enduring admiration.
Is it red, is it blue or is it yellow,
I cannot define as i am blinded
by your debonair glow.

I did not even spell out
my mouthful of wishes,
God has sent you for me
as an answer to my eternal glee.

I was bound to be a waterfall
and jump with jubliance to reach my love.
Today i am one, as i could see myself
lay in your mighty arms now.....

Confession

I did not dream of this
to happen every minute.
Tussles and scuffle
at every inch of the road.
Predicament and lament every way i go.
intensely excruciating is my pain.

Do you know what i feel,
Do you care what i am going through,
Can't you accept my apology,
Oh baby, spare me from this agony.

Haunting, is my disgraceful act.
Tormenting, is my unethical attitude.
I want to wash my sins away,
Can you open doors again for me,
Can you shower forgiveness upon me,
or at least comfort me and pretend.
But do not leave me in a solitude till my end.