A different stand Radhamani sarma

 

A different stand.

 

She was always there never forsook him

Condemned, always cheering and pardoning,

Evey moment of his life and living

With his upright moment, he backed him

Especially ill luck and ill health struck him;

Sparrows always circled in his garden

He did not discourage or disown them;

Enticing them with grains

Always enamored of scholars

Erudite, read books widely read and wrote;

While his last breath, he did not feel

Like loosing ; rather he clutches pillows strong;

Chants Anton  Chekov with all vigor and involvement.

Mother - symbol of sacrifice and diligence Radhamani sarma

 

 

Mother  symbol of sacrifice and diligence

I always worship faithfully

 the womb that gave birth

to me, but abhor the grave

untimely  took away my mother

when in my prime of age.

Recall her care, smile

Of affection that she cherished.

She hides well in  dark corners

Buried long long ago,

Only her blessings

She throws ever and ever

I see from here. From where

She monitors, she guides

As a  star, how to lead

A perfect life in this

Cruel world of wrong begotten

Norms and nodes.

Did I do anything to  remember

Her for ever, except a  mourning

Or memory dipped in sad  coils?

All women embodiment of sacrifice

 Live and end in  this soil;

 But what do we do for motherhood,

Women hood of sacrifice and toil:

All roped and sieved in coil

Of patience or diligence ;

a question  always remains

unanswered ;

 

 

 

here is the weight of the world Radhamani sarma

 

Where is the weight of the world

 Radhamani sarma

Where is the weight of the world….

In the clothes or folds

torn asunder things

Folds into where….

folds to be unfolded,

again to be refolded

into different patterns;

life’s foils and folds

guiding us every moment,

misguiding too;

only we need to be wary;

be it a small domestic fray

or bigger leading quay,

quay, one needs be

cautious and examine

dots and patches in folds,

vast sails be it domestic

situation, or calamities

pervasive of international

 threats. Hold strong your

holds and folds , don’t let

loose them. Her dictates

inspect all. The weight

of the world too much with us.

 

 

WAR AND LOAD Radhamani sarma

 

WAR AND LOAD

 

 Radhamani sarma

Bombing and raids are still heard,

war-torn military side unyielding;

Siren  war off, still, the menace

gripping like  suicidal impact;

it is the pity of war, pitiable

the utmost all around;

 exile on the move , slow,

shedding tears inward,

their fate written large

on their face , we are yet

to know if can be mitigated;

the boy and girl on their move.

Thirsty  and  tired, on the rubble,

Treading on dangers, stones,

Thistles, already thistles prick

their hearts and heavy metals

prick and poke their feet only

solace for the double now;

dilapidation and trepidation,

twin pricks permanent   all

around;  girl and boy, fear torn,

yet with a  will to forge ahead

look above the smoke ridden,

helpless, yet on and on.

 

Galileo a costly miss for us all Radhamani sarma

 

      Galileo a costly miss for us all

 

Radhamani sasrma

 We all miss Galileo, his rich vibrant thought,

Discovery into a  new move. Our tiny world,

the place we exist in,  should grow into

a larger space, that is what he wished for,

that is what we all should aim at;

but uncertainty, and slow  move

with a  questioning   spirit  of man,

impediment for his own growth

as well as  his surroundings.

This is the spirit of mankind

in general. Often I  notice,

 Galileo’s imagination,

   stones falling free, man

also falls free without any control

I perceive. After all we all live by

Some creative aura, propelled

By an instinct special. Galileo

Is  folded,  his scientific  query

Is compact folded in his self,

The poem, the beam , the push .

Galileo is one bright star, poetic

Spirit and new discovery;

We all move in receding dark,

Plunge others into growing dark.

We all miss him, costly miss.

 

 

Oh! inner life Radhamani sarma

 

 

Oh! inner life

 Radhamani sarma

 

Oh! inner life

 

I always brood o inner life,

What label appropriate ,

Can be attached to it?

 

Think of ice, iceberg, water,

Falls, earth and caves,

Could be the representative

 

Of God or godhead,

A supreme power;

not violable.

 

One clear view

from above,

how long to sustain?

 

Walk on ice-berg,

Talk about decades’

Cavalcade or tides,

 

Tirades or shingles

Origin or end

All to where? A question

 

Inner life struggles

With what?

Many a broods

 

Of queries unsolved

To be resolved,

When and where.

 

 

 

' you grow beyond perception

 

Radhamani sarma

I watch and walk by steady wattle

Coining like a rope, a sight of fresh glow,

unforgettable evergreen to my eyes.

 

Lesser trees shy away, in the   sun beam,

my eyes, like any other  keen watcher,

Green and ever green stuck to the golden spot;

 

Close by sits one painter agile,

with brush and colors, his rights

and birthright for years;

 

 a regular visitor to these blessed spots,

his strokes up and down, unforsaking brush

feast for  many a  passer-by.

 

I simply adore you Prickly Moses,

Feeling guilty for all those days

When I ignored you;

 

Instead I  marveled and even adored

At oak, elm  and other trees of my choice,

Now the time has come ;

 

You were found to be most common,

Why even now very common,

Cut down by cruel hands ;

 

Prickly Moses has become so common,

“ you grow regardless”. you are exalted

Achieve  illumined enlightenment,

 

 

“I guess we’re still shy of the Promised Land.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

only the tidal waves

 

Only the tidal waves

 Radhamani sasrma

Only darkness in front

beseeching his body and vision,

refugee laughs at his own

predicament, oak and valley,

 

mock at his new move.

Thin small leaf consoles him

As if to move on to the sea;

lending a   helping hand;

 

History  repeats the parrot cry,

what about the history of those hidden,

where is life about them, he cared

for those strung by a  bond ;

 

he imagines to be in a  room,

books that reflect many a war,

defeats and swords speaking volumes,

no warning  could work against all;

 

no photos, pictures,  on the wall,

no paintings clamoring the  victory,

only the tidal waves dash against

the happenings and moorings.

 

 

 

Radhamani sarma Candelabra with a show

  Radhamani sarma

Candelabra with a show

 

It is   gathering with all enthusiasm,

A party flash and thrill.

What could  be more enthralling

For   curious small eyes,

It could be  inviting more and more

Configurations;

What  do  these candelabra  offer

On these tables;

 

Or for these curious  brains or eyes,

A mode of sculpture

In different shades and shapes,

 A warrior in burning slow,

A soldier in typical show of sword

And cease forth with;

Could be  a   child smiles

Or  man’s  chuckle  in   instant move:

At the top of the figure

Could be the burst of  a bud,

In a  spring mode ,

Or pencil warp by efficient hand

A painter;

a  silent parade of mannequins in queue;

I was part and parcel of gathering,

Sculptures’  show

 

 

 

 

 

 

hings liner forcibly in my mind...........Radhamani sarma

 

Things liner forcibly in my mind

 Radhamani sarma

The sari  of  silken threads

Delicately woven, a piece

Of jewellery gifted still at home,

Don’t matter much;

But once a lost piece,

For which one struggles

And still unable to find

Shines more  a  lot;

 

Recent visit to my native town,

Where all houses now dilapidated,

Touching more  than my newly elevated

Surroundings of novel buildings and

Tall edifices; that is how mind works;

My grand father’s photo in the ancient

House half gone now, moves me

More than beyond descriptions.

I am moved beyond expression today;

More and more still to explore.

My path, toad's path Radhamani sarma

 

 

My path,  toad’s path

Today raining, gloomy,

I heard a  croak  and jump

So awesome:

A song so nice, constant,

 Vibrant on the way;

I see   another poet slow

And  voice   of  perpetuation;

I prefer this lonely path,

Lovely and soothing

And my frog my constant

Companion. Children clap,

Dark ness  adds , raindrops fall

I continue this way

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Radhamani sarma’s  version

 

This moon where and what... Radhamani sarma

 

BY   Radhamani sarma 

 

This moon and shine,

 beauty and mystery

growth and  slow recede,

taunt and provoke;

no history , no complete vision;

still I am around its  journey.

 

Time  circles, enters  boundaryless,

Day and night enter, making

A wandering wonder

For all humans and animals

Who stand rest by it.

A mystery unsolved

Till the end , only a dream like;

 

A sweet mystery,

beyond comprehension,

love and curiosity

loss and reconcile

all intertwine.

This universal

Lunar beauty,

I  ever bow before.

 

 

 

 

 

 

poem by Radhamani sarma Time spent

 

 by Radhamanai sarma

THERE is total change in you,

beyond my recognition,

where were you, where

did you hide, a mystery for me.

 

You are most welome,

most heartily welcome,

our friendship stays,

dwells beyond exprssion,

 

how was your time spent?

how many books !

how  hils and forests

in your journey through?

 

A great view awaits you and. 

Here is a grand philosophy. Radhamani sarma

            by Radhamani sarma

3/6/23

 

Here is a  grand philosophy.

 

Here is a  grand philosophy,

Life and art are one and long living,

Be it music or painting or dance,

Poem or print lasting;

 

My  perview is music and song

tuned in violin, the vibrant notes

long lasting and capturing your thrill;

what  a boon in this materialistic world;

 

every move, every inch, every note,

still rotate his  thinking and choired mood,

beyond expression  no doubt;

 his whole life permeates here ;

 

only for songs mellifluous,

his deep thinking rudiment,

his living surrenders

to His will