Spirit, art and life unfolded

Certain journeys cannot be ended, Nor do they have to begin. Especially when insanity's threshold is crossed, And the fabric of reality spins within. As morning lifts its ethereal lids, And Bhaskarudu (the sun) emerges in gentle strides, The flow transforms into melodic movement, A symphony of madness, a dance of the absurd. Yet, this flow is discontinuous, fractured and free, A kaleidoscope of moments, fragmented and carefree. In this realm, time loses meaning, And the traveler becomes one with the eternal.

 New Year's beau arrives, adorned in radiant light,   Carrying 2025' s bouquet—a vibrant, dazzling sight.   With hues that dance and scents that soar,   A symphony of promise, a feeling to explore. Farewell to fears, doubts cast aside,   We welcome hope and courage as our guide.   With steadfast purpose lighting our way,   May 2025 bloom with joy each day.

Nothing comes with you. Nothing goes with you. Know ye the truth. When it's nothing, it has no come and go. Then we cling to everything, even to nothing. That's something we know nothing. And that's everything we should know about nothing.

The dust of time The sand in the hourglass falls, leaving emptiness above. What remains below is only dust. I've received water and air to sustain my being without asking. I've had unlimited space to wander, and the freedom to gaze up at the open sky and ponder. Yet, I realize there's nothing more to wonder, no grandeur to seek. In this simplicity, I find my thunder.

 THE GREENIVERSE ANTHEM Incredible diversity of leaf Shapes and forms, each one unique Boundless beauty and creativity boutique In the greeniverse, we sing, Too many shapes, too many faces bring, Very small leaves, very big leaves too, Elongated, symmetrical, heart-shaped, and spade-shaped anew. Oval, lanceolate, linear, and thin, Elliptical, oblong, cordate, and orbicular within, Pinnate, palmate, lobed, and needle-like too, Scale-like, spear-shaped, fan-shaped, and tendril-like, each one true. Each unique shape, a story distinct, In this vast universe, where unity and diversity are linked, A greeniverse so grand, Where every leaf shape, is a wonder to find.

 Greeniverse  All the plants look happy As the gentle cool wind blows They sway in joy Glowing in winter sunlight Displaying greens different shades They all seem to sing same anthem Big or small style and patterns may differ Some not green but still absolute harmony Like ornaments different but base same gold Their communication too loud than words Their world greeniverse their verse universe

 In your gentle hands, I lay crying, Perhaps from hunger, or foreseeing life's sighing. Your soothing touch and lullabies divine, Gave me courage to face tomorrow's uncertain design. This sacred bond, a universal truth we hold, A mother's love, a gift to behold. That's why God created mothers, pure and true, A reflection of divine love, shining through.

  Your womb, my home, where dreams were woven, And futures lit, with love unspoken. I sense the pain and divine will that sustained you, A selfless love that guided me through. No dreams, no expectations, just unconditional love, A mother's script, uniquely written from above. In your lap, I envisioned my future bright, A sense of security, a feeling of delight. Can I return to that womb, my home so dear? A longing to recapture the warmth and love that's always near.

  Confluence I give a slip to the external world and slip into the internal drip, drip, drip, fall those white flowers like dew drops, white pearls. The flowers dropping, fall into the river Coursing miles Into the source I am the river, without origin You are the source, with no end I will know when I merge into you That is the silence of mountains And roar of oceans

  Giving a slip to the external world, I slip into my internal world. Many things never dreamt of open before me, No colours, no sounds, only light and darkness. I am displayed in true colours, Gripped by sadness, unlimited. Cleansing sadness, my bright self emerges, I plunge deeper and deeper, to know more, to discover more. How can I stay here forever? Is this not mine? Is it sleep or meditation? I don't want to wake up to the external. How can I remain left in this slow, calm, notes subdued and steady? Lifting me, elevating me, levitated, I go with that guided. No worries about destination, I am just carried in silence.

The long-awaited home, a recurring dream, A theme that haunts my imagination's scheme. I've lived in many houses, none truly mine, Nor did I belong to them, a fleeting sign. Nellore, where my parents dwelled, Left an indelible mark, a story to tell. Yet, even that connection now lost to time, Leaves me with a sense of disconnection's chime. Twenty years in a rented space, Still, a sense of belonging eludes my pace. I own a house, but occupation's denied, A paradox that fuels my heart's inside. Quo Vadis, I ask, where is this home I seek? A refrain that echoes, nothing's truly unique. Nothing belongs to me, nor I to it, Then what is this home, a final destination to hit? My poem explores the universal human quest for a sense of belonging and the elusive nature of "home." It's a thought-provoking reflection on identity, connection, and the search for a place to call one's own.

Quo Vadis  Leaps of technology, sweeping humans aside, Leave us barren, naked, a skeletal hide. I laugh at the joke, a hundred years from now, What will I look like? A haunting question somehow. Wars rage on, touted like never before, Each day, a rape, freedom and liberation, a cruel joke once more. We focus on nature, as if doomsday draws near, Forgetting the script, we're constantly unlearning, year by year. Let peace rest, let cruelty prevail, Let the monsters we've created take the reins, set sail. Goodbye, humanity, a poignant farewell, A species lost, in a world that's fallen to hell.

 Refusal to fade  Never want to die again, Leaving memories behind, like autumn's leaves to wane. Sever my bonds with life's lullabies, I cannot bear, Forsaking beauty, scents, kindness, and emotional stirrings that linger there. I refuse to lose the wonderful people, places, and happenings etched in my mind, The great teachings, notions that awakened my spiritual being, I hold in kind. I swear, I will not die, my spirit will not fade, For life's experiences, love, and lessons have made me who I am, and I will not be swayed.

 River of self I am not trash, nor rubbish too, Not wealth or treasure, nor a melody anew. Not just a breath or a heartbeat's pace, I am the river, flowing to my sacred space. I cover hills, dales, and terrains tough, Merging, slowing, disappearing in the ocean's enough. To be what I have always been, Free, wild, and one with the sea again.

Nothing is everything  Happy with nothing, free from life's disarray Several evils come with something, every single day Focus on nothing, and peace will reign inside and out No major discoveries required, no need to invent or doubt Slowly settle down to nothing, and abundance will unfold In the emptiness, truth emerges, young and old Not in many things, but in the nothing, we find our way To a peace that's supreme, and a heart that's at play

 Time, the truant  Mythical time, a relative concept, Means different things to different intellects. Situations, moods, and perceptions entwine, Shaping the plight, the might, the sight, and the fight's design. A merry-go-round of emotions, not always bright, Not always a hungry stomach or a thirsty night, But sometimes a lover's wait, an examination's fright, Or agony on a deathbed, a desperate plight. Variegated time stomps, with diverse pace, Meaning different things to different people in its space.

 Why do you want to grow up? Why the frantic hurry to grow up, When gory scenes await, and good is trampled in the mud? A spate of violence, terror, and anguish will ensue, Fires that can't be doused, leaving scars anew. Tears flood, fears rush, kindness blushes, Why hasten to leave childhood's gentle hush? Oh, be a kid forever, wild and free, Embrace the joy, simplicity, and glee. Let's not rush into the darkness, let's delay, And cherish the beauty of a child's sweet way and the gentle sway The last line "And the gentle sway" adds a soothing and calming touch to the poem, evoking the image of a gentle rocking motion, symbolizing the peaceful and carefree nature of childhood.

  Embracing the Timeless My journey with Time begins when I realise it's all a myth, as demonstrated by Einstein. Ancient scriptures echo this truth, revealing the illusion of Time. In the Hindu tradition, Kala Bhairavi, the goddess of Time, reminds us how we're driven by the past, present, and future, forever losing peace and balance. Time is a leveller, a mocking bird that plays with our perceptions, and yet, it's more insulated than any other force. Time ticking away for those... - thinking they don't have time - worried about Time - puzzled about Time - devoid of rhyme - missing the rhythm of life Time stays forever when you... - listen intently to life Time escapes the... - broken, cowardly, the conceitful And the expanded versions: Time ticking away for those who wait, but for those who take action, time is ticking towards a brighter fate. Time ticking away for those thinking they don't have time, yet it's in the present moment that we find the power to re...

 A Child's Plea Amma, the kajal-mixed tears cascading down, Your white saree, a symbol of purity and love, now stained with sorrow's dark crown. Your tears, a lament for humanity's plight, For the humble and suppressed, suffering in endless night. These unbridled tears, a narrative of the world's pain, Atrocities, crime, and falsehood, assuming monstrous forms in vain. A tired witness, I am, to the injustices of our time, Longing to fly away, to a realm where love and peace entwine. But I am your child, and a child forever I'll remain, Shielded from the vicissitudes that bring you tears and pain. Let not the darkness of this world change my heart's tide, May I remain your tear drop, seeking the ocean's finality.

 Twist of fate Intensity shatters all barriers, Abrupt endings, then sudden restarts. Limits dissolve, becoming limitless, A cycle of building and abating, A macabre dance of loss and gain, Where pain and gain entwine like a braid. Whose pain, whose gain? Whose loss, whose toss? A pawn in the game, aiming for the king, Ending with the queen, in a twist of fate's ring.