Oka maata

కవితవో కాలం పంపిన కానుకవో
కన్నులుగన్న కలవో గళాన పొంగిన పాటవో
చెలి ఊసులు మదిరప్పిస్తూ తనధ్యాసతో వేధిస్తూ
ఇన్నాళ్ల దూరాన్ని మిన్నంటిన మౌనాన్ని
చెరిపేస్తూ సడిచేస్తూ మనసుపలికిన మాటవో!

kavitavo kaalam pampina kaanukavo
kannulu ganna kalavo galaana pongina paatavo
cheli oosulu madi rappistoo tana dhyaasato vedhistoo
innaalla dooraanni minnantina mounaanni
cheripestoo sadichestoo manasu palikina maatavo!

Into the Existence

It does not feel like I am on an airplane, but on a spacecraft. The darkness around me creates an illusion that I am traveling in space across galaxies. Above the flight, the stars in their twinkling glory. Below, clouds with night-lit cities under them, or dusty nebulae giving birth to new stars. It is a strange experience. I have never seen stars from a plane window, not that I remember of. The number of stars I saw last night was also something of a rarity. I saw a denser patch in the sky, a cloud of stars - was it Milky Way? 

This makes me realize that I am a tiny part of the existence, and my own existence is not a miracle - but the contemplation of the existence by a part of itself - me - is. As the saying would go, 'brain' is the only part of human body which named itself. The human brain, with its capability of contemplating itself and of its efforts to understand the existence, still has a long distance to travel - across the boundaries of space, time and of newer concepts beyond its current imagination - beyond stars, across galaxies, through nebulae and may be into existence's own idea of existence.

A long walk in a strange city

Moon was out and lights were bright,
Shops were crowded full of people,
Walking on a busy road in a strange city,
Searching for something, it's you and me.

Tired of the day but night's even longer.
Find we must that, that we deeply yearn.
Hungry we may be, thirsty we may be,
nothing else matters, 'cause it's you and me.

The world's staring at us, is it the attire?
Haven't they seen any in a jeans and tee?
But the region is known for orthodoxy.
We don't care, do we, you and me?

And when we found the store very very far
we shared the treat, was it made of wheat?
Sharing our lives, all that is sour and sweet
Looking into each other's eyes, were you and me.
Looking at that past, in our memories, were you and me.
Looking into future, in dreams and life, are you and me.

Dark of Unreason

It is not the sharpest sword
that makes the deepest wound,
Nor the new moon the darkest night;
Not even the damning words
of the harshest critic
can mute a voice!

There is no pain greater
no night darker  
no silence deafening
than when a man aims onto his own,
shuts his eyes - blinds the truth,
and accepts unreason as fate.