Sunday, November 29, 2015

Hey country, how have you come to this!!

Hey country, how have you come to this!





When I was a child,
you were green fields, clean streets, smiling officials and 
the smell of camphor in evenings at a bustling temple






Now you are the noose of a dead farmer,

the slum of litter, piss and spit,
the irate face behind the counter and
the blood of stampede at the feet of a stone figure






When I was a child,
you were the majestic buddha overlooking a clear blue lake,
the white dove of love, seated on the banks of Yamuna
and
the four yellow minars shooting up in the sky, amidst a bustling city



Now you are the floating garbage and the green water with foul smell I have to cross through to get to you

the oil refinery, turning your feathers grey with it's venomous vomit and
the city that is painting you red from inside (with pan masala) and black from outside (with vehicle exhausts)





When I was a child,
you were the open ground in my town, where I used to fall
while pedaling the bicycle or while running to catch the ball




Now you are the parking lot of a shopping mall
while Sikandar dashes through the streets and Iqbal has got no place to bowl at all!









When I was a child,
you were a lady clad in a saffron-sari, sitting on a lion, holding a tri-color flag




Now you run stripped naked while the lion chases you,
hugging the torn flag to cover your body












When I was a child,
you were a potpourri of liquid colors dancing together




Now those colors are solid dry with borders of red in-between





When I was a child, I was an Indian
Now I am a brahmin, a hindu, a telanganite and a telugu


Hey country, how have you come to this!!

Sunday, August 30, 2015

ఎడారి


వెతికాను ప్రతి మలుపు 

దరి చేరలేదే ఆ చెరువు 

చూపు చేరినంత వరకు

కన్నాను భూమి కరువు

పాదం అంగుళమైనా కదలలేని సమయం

దించాను తల బరువు

లోతుగా ఊపిరి పీల్చి,

తలపై పాగా చుట్టి,
పలికాను ధైర్యం మనసు

పిడికిలి చల్లిన విత్తుతో,

పదునైన నాగలి దున్నుతో,
తట్టాను ధరణి తలుపు 

ఆకాశాన్ని ఆరాటంగా చూస్తూ,

వేచాను చిరుజల్లు కొరకు

అయ్యాయి కనులు మరుగు

ముదిరాయి వెంట్రుకలు తెలుపు
ఇంకా పడలేదు ఆ వాన చినుకు !

మిట్ట మధ్యాహ్నం రవి విజృంభించిన ఓ తరుణం 

ఎదురుగా నడుస్తూ వచ్చింది, నల్లని, చల్లని మరణం
ఒరిగింది భూమిపై నా తనువు !

గడిచాయి దినాలు, మాసాలు, ఏళ్ళు !
ఎటు చూసినా కటిక ఎడారి
నా మట్టి సమాధి పై మాత్రం,
మొలిచింది ఓ చిన్న చిగురు



Saturday, May 30, 2015

WHERE WE WOULD BE

In the same tune as this sublime song from Porcupine Tree. Please listen to it before reading.




Smile,
That merriful smile,
In which I could get lost for a while,
Those hands of a child,
Where my hands could get caught for a while

Till the sun would go down below horizon
It would just be you and me perched on a wall

Sky,
That yellow red sky,
Where our eyes would go adrift with the clouds
Panting for breath,
After sprinting to catch you for a while

Till the sun would go down below horizon
It would just be you and me perched on a wall

Grew out of those days in the sun
Just to grow up and wait their return