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.