Obituary

My office enclosure was little boring in the evenings

Work cubicle right across the corner was unoccupied

It was pleasant to sit in the open cube and working

I was getting interrupted by this gentle smiling face

It was his night work shift catching up on his hiring

Chander was little uncommon name, either Chandra

Or, Chadram or Chandranna are common names,

I said matter of factly, and reciprocate his funny giggle

How the hiring scenario changed with all the Trumpy

Restrictions, he used to detail out the difficulties

This earthly and unassuming soul is simply disappeared

Cruelty of fate unkindly ended a crest of life in high wave

I can never have mundane talk with this soul about simple

things in life, his name, his surname Yamjala, his night work,  

May his spirt rest in peace and courage prevail on his loved ones

నా అంతరంగం కదిలినట్లయింది

నాలోని జీవం లేచివచ్చింది

నిబిడమై ఉన్న జవసత్వా ఉవ్వెత్తున ఎగిసాయి

ఎదో క్రియాశక్తి ప్రకంపనలు లేపింది

నరనరాల్లో జడమైఉన ఉత్సహం పెల్లుబికింది

ఒక ఉత్క్రుష్టమైన ఆనందం అణువణువున అల్లుకుంది 

ఇదేనేమో ఒక మనిషికి ఇంకొక మనిషి మీద ఉన్న

స్నేహం, అభిమానం, మమతానురాగం ఇష్టం 

ఈ భావనను ఇన్ని పదాల్లొ చెప్పగలిగినప్పటికి 

ఆ తియ్యని అనుభూతి మాటల్లొ వర్ణించడం దుర్లభమే!!

Reflections on a seafront

When you stand on a beach you are with all the five essential

life forces  –  the earth, water, the blowing wind, the sky and

the light, either the Sun and the Moon --- the Pancha Bhutas

You experience the real - the roar of the sea, and imaginary

and invisible - the never ending horizon

You celebrate,

The smallest, grain of sand and the biggest, the vast expanse

of the watery front

 You reflect up on,  

The incessant moving energy in the wave and tides and the

stillness and the placidity beyond the waves into the sea

You reason out,

The time immemoriality in the never ending rise and fall of  

waves, and the transitory and short-lived-ness in the frothy

and shining bubbles

You admire about,

The impressionable softland that offers for a pleasurable walk

and playfulness of waves that wipe out every single foot-step

you take at the next flattened ebb, even the incorrect and

skewed ones

Long and short Brinjals, cluster of dark grapes, fiery blue flame from cooking stove,

multitude of green vegetables, soft and spicy yellow powders, shiny and cute orange

carrots, primal red in chillies, capsicums, you see more colourful rainbow in your kitchen

Lovely kitchen floor, crystal clear water, reddish and bluish fire, cloudy fumes and

rising smoke, open windows welcoming wind, you have natures primal nurturing

forces (Pancha-boothas) in your cooking house

Fine textures of food, mouth-watering soups, nostril assaulting spicy rices, all the visual

Appeal of well -cooked colourful dishes, myriad musical sounds of simmering , boiling and

amusing whistles, you have all the senses (panchendriyas) pleasing elements in our small

Food factory

All the glossy utensils, crusty glass glasses, porcelain and ceramic ware with beautiful floral

Motifs, little spoons and forks , brass and silver plates

You are my dream and you make me dream

You offer me your lap and your bosom

You make me curl up effortlessly

You turn me upside down unknowingly

For that extra comfort

You make me forget all my troubles,

The terrible ones and the trivial ones

You make me ignore time and nights

you make me alive and keep me young forever

you are my daily tryst, you are my trust

you are my rest and you are my crest

I will never have enough of you                   

You bring the brightness amidst the darkness

You make me do all this with my eyes closed

You are the deep sleep, the SOUND SLEEP

I am weak and frail  for I am a human

I am embodiment of infirmities, mental and physical,

for I am made up of flesh and blood

Hope-despair, selfishness-altruism, anger-happiness

envy-contentment, love-dislike, the list goes on…

I swim in ever raging contradictions and dualities

All these make me vulnerable, probably,

But, certainly make me is human and sensible

Yes, certainly makes me feel my feet and place

These thoughts and traits are not undesirable weeds,

but, ever blooming buds and flowers nourished in the

lake of blood encircled by fleshy bank

I see darkness than brightness for my senses are more tuned to idiocy and insanity

Disorder and incoherence dance before eyes; ever pulls me into tangled webs of

aimlessness and swirling currents of purposelessness

Skepticism and pessimism like to hang around me

for I offer them unjudgemental accommodation

No pessimists and no skeptics for human soul is too divine

and enlightened to cling to such lower beings

best they could be passing states of ever wandering mind

I have dithered too far from success and lost somewhere on the peaks of mediocrity

It is a different matter that exploring depths of mediocrity offers greater insights

it is my constant endeavor to alight from these peaks and find some space near of the

foot fills success and conventional prosperity for I am not living in a forlorn monastery,

but in society, among the general public

It is when the little drop of tear rolls down the cheeks

and accidentally caught between the lips that

the realization dawns up on you that there is an ocean with in you

There are unfathomable depths and untouched treasures

Deep interiors of you co-exist tornadoes and placid zones

There are low pressure areas and high pressure ones

You are the navigator to explore your own oceans and deep with in.

Your ocean gets calmer and suddenly noisy, a beautiful dichotomy

Keep swimming and basking in your own oceans.

Also, let there be those drops once in a while to constantly remind

the depths in you, the ocean, your own ocean.