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ఎవరి రాకకోసమో అనట్టుగా ఉన్న నెమలి,

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మోడుబారి దిగులుగా ఉన్న హృదయం,

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మళ్ళీ -

ఆ కోయిల గొంతు మూగబోయింది..

ఆ నెమలి నాట్యం ఆగిపోయింది..

ఆ ఉప్పొంగిన హృదయం మోడుబారింది..

A Stunning Moment....

The Sun was all set to Sleep

The Flowers started to Lose their Fragnance..

Every Face that passed by Looked Exhausted...

Well, It looked as if all was over for the Day....

But to my delight suddenly...

The sun seemed to brighten up...

The Flowers blossomed..

Every face returned to its charming best..

It was shocking but not surprising..

As i Noticed 'A Gorgeous Women'

In the corner of my eye...

Standing there in admiration..

Losing into my thoughts

My heart started to beat faster..

Beauty was written all over her face..

Well surely, she had to be

'One of the greatest creations of God'

My senses seemed to come back to me,

I just stood there...

hoping, for her, to have a glimpse of me,

for Once,

The gods were on my side...

As her face started to turn in my direction...

Something hit me hard..

The whole earth seemed New..

I found myself on a hard surface...

Well it was the floor of my house..

Stunned in surprise..

i Realised

That it was only a dream...

And the gorgeous women was my 'Mom'...

Why God Made This Wonderful Guy...

Sometimes I sit and wonder why,

God made this wonderful guy,

Who dropped off from the clear, blue sky,

And has the most amazing eye.

Why did god give him the perfect smile,

And one of the most elegant style,

Is he different than the rest of the lot,

Is he like a prize someone got?

Still I sit and wonder why,

God made this wonderful guy,

Then I realized what this mystery can be,

The wonderful guy is you, and you are made for me.

In my room, in my bed, trying to sleep...

I hear the sounds of the warm wind against my window,
I hear the magical noises of the insects and the bats against the door,
I hear it all…
In my room, in my bed, trying to sleep.

I hear the moving cars and can see the flashing light,
I hear the wind chime that is away from my sight,
I hear it all…
In my room, in my bed, trying to sleep

I hear the dogs howl, in their long scary cries,
I hear the late comers mumbling goodbyes,
I hear it all…
In my room, in my bed, trying to sleep

I try and get the courage to avoid all this commotion,
I close my eyes, to fall into the great dreamy ocean,
I finally succeed…
In my room, in my bed, to go to sleep.

Goodnight...

The Indian Saree...

Ah! the six yard wonder,

The indian saree,

i shudder to think without you

India wouldnot have been india....

Down the ages, since pre-historic times

to the present age of skirts and tights,

you are the one who has wrapped within itself

the soul of india and indianness....

And carried it safe and secure untill now

carrier of my civilization, hills and dales ,

rivers and shrubs ,

temples and minarets,

all you carry on your soft and tender body beautiful...

Ever since you saved chastity of a woman

from the rapacious eyes,

you have borne the burden of keeping alive

the dhama of deva bhumi

called Bharat...

I salute you, the six yard wonder,

The Indian Saree...

Singapore - The City I Dream To Visit....

One of my cherished wishes is to visit the 'Lion City' of Singapore

It is a city where I have always dreamt to go for a tour.

A city so small in size but so huge in terms of achievement

And holds such a prominent place in the entire Asian continent.

It is a city that represents life, warmth and fun

And has established itself as a unique place under the Sun.

I always dream that someday I will visit this spectacular city

Though I do not know when I will get that golden opportunity.

My Sweet Little Purse...

Your size is so small, but your service is so huge

Every time I need money, you are my only refuge.

It is you who makes it possible for me to go out of the home

It is again you who enables me to come back home.

I can buy my favourite dress because you are there

I can help my needy friend as your resources I can share.

People salute me when they find how fatty you are

And when you are thin, I find nobody for me there.

Without you my life would have been a curse

Please always be with me, my sweet little purse.

Honing My Poetic Skill...

I had not written any poem for long, when my sis told me yesterday

“Hey Anju, you have not written any poem for long. Very unfortunate, I would say.

A true poet should always keep writing, no matter how much busy the life is

And I request you to write one poem right now. Will you, please? ”

I sat in my room, and did prepare a small poem

Then called my sis, and to my room she came.

She read the poem, was happy, and kissed me affectionately

And sat beside me, with her hand placed on my shoulder gently.

“You are so sweet dear, the poem is really so nice.

Thanks a lot for writing the poem! ” She smiled with pleasure in her eyes.

“But what’s the use of the poem? ” I said. “It’s so small.

In fact smaller and simpler than nursery rhymes, meant for babies who crawl.

” My sis gave me a sweet smile, before softly kissing my left cheek.

“Oh dear, I didn’t know that you are a stupid so big.

The size of the poem does not matter, what matters is the joy of a new creation

And the pleasure of writing a new poem, which is your life’s greatest passion.

You are a poet, and you should regularly come up with a poetic piece

It’s absolutely not necessary that each of them should be a masterpiece.

By regularly writing poems you can keep your creative impulse alive

Like one regularly needs to hone the sharpness of a knife.

By not writing any poem for long you were getting your poetic skill very rusty

For me it was a development as intolerable as a garbage dump so nasty.

Very soon your poetic talent would have become completely blunt and dull

And you would have failed to come up with any new creation, big or small.

Today by writing this small poem you have revived your creative ability

And now it will be easier for you to write poems of high quality.

God has given you the poetic skill. Don’t let it gather dust, that’s so disappointing

So please keep writing, writing and writing.”

My Cup Of Morning Coffee...

I start my morning every day with you

I taste you everyday, but still everyday I feel your taste to be brand new.

Whether it is your taste, your smell, your flavour

Everything is so beautiful, I have turned into your passionate lover.

A born lazy, I find it so hard to leave the bed in early morning

But the moment I remember you, I just jump out like a spring.

You boost up my energy and charge me up for the entire day

And that helps me to remain solid and steady come what may.

That day just becomes bitter for me which does not start with you

I will not even like a cup of nectar in lieu of you.

The day I do not get you in the morning I lose my sanity

You are my dearest friend, my cup of morning coffee.

Teacher's Day(2007).....

This poem is dedicated to all of my school and college teachers... Without them im really nothing today.. Especially to my social teacher, Ambuja, who helped me a lot to improve english in my writings when i was 10 years old and she used to give suggestions about 'how a poem should me'..

Just once a year, comes just one day,

To remember our teachers dear;

To honor them in every way,

And thank them for whatev’r we are!

The world can’t be without teachers-

Such selfless souls unparalleled;

What parents couldn’t do, they reached us,

No matter if they hit or yelled!

The love, they showed, we can’t give back;

Their punishments were also with love;

They disciplined our lives for us,

And taught us lessons without fuss!

God bless our teachers on this day;

God meet their needs in every way;

God help me to meet them and then say,

‘Oh, thank you teacher, you’re my Fay! ’