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.
The bird flies away….
On tree top
a tiny bird
With growing
tender feathers,
The edge
being narrowed down,
Watches here
and there;
The bird’s cute small eyes
Foraying the
world with a sharp
World view
like a philosopher;
Chirp and
notes for us,
Calling time and again
For our
attention immediate;
As if a warning, not to be immersed
In worldly attitude,
A danger one
must avoid;
A leaf or
another feather
Just a pick
at its call quick
Quick for
its quick flight
Immediacy its
another world;
I only watch
with a diction of prediction
how small we are!
In the tunnel of summer, guardian April 23
Why, where and how fast time fleets?
This wrinkled skin and tender skin,
Competing with time often
A recycling edge:
Strong recollection as I sit
In park’s bench and ruminate,
Just fading sun in summer this eve,
How many summers spent in work
mindless of other cadences,
whether eight or eighteen or eighty,
end of life rolling in the past,
present and future ,
fruits and grains mix,
blood and memory ,
still I am asleep , half asleep
looking through the window….
RADHAMANI SARMA
e North wind
The soft and harsh wind from North,
Its move and unrestrained move,
Again blow
blow free,
In the morn
;
I grew up in
childhood
Memories, sad
moments
At times merry, sober,
Sad, a
vision of gloom,
All again in
me embedded
By North
wind’s blow and sweep;
I envy Winds’
blow impartial
A spirit
planned by HIS WILL;
ITS language
is a voice,
Special and appeal to me;
Its free
play in this cruel world
A stay amidst wild storms,
Rocky mountains,
hard villains,
What purpose
it serves,
As if it
mourns,
I am a mute witness
In this world where
There is no
other go
I hug thee
north wind.
No better
teacher can be,
There ruling
in life’s path,
No remedy one
seeks ever,
My own
pangs, untold misery,
My making ,my
being in this world,
All for self
and serenity,
A moment’s
lesson,
Augmented by
introspection;
Where can I go
?
The unanswered
question now,
Yields, you
be a master of yourself,
Think and leap ahead,
Poetry and prose,
by my side,
With His supreme Guidance,
Never will
you down.
March ahead
, plunge into deeper thoughts,
To a
different haven .
In the tunnel of summer, guardian April 23
Why, where and how fast time fleets?
This wrinkled skin and tender skin,
Competing with time often
A recycling edge:
Strong recollection as I sit
In park’s bench and ruminate,
Just fading sun in summer this eve,
How many summers spent in work
mindless of other cadences,
whether eight or eighteen or eighty,
end of life rolling in the past,
present and future ,
fruits and grains mix,
blood and memory ,
still I am asleep , half asleep
looking through the window….
Bin
and strike
Binmen’s
strike for what and why,
We
are yet to know,
Streets
full of bin, papers, waste,
Garbage,
food particles ,
Clothes
stinking and dry and wet,
Mosquitoes
and fly and zoom around;
Passers
by skip the eyesore,
We
still wonder how
bin men tolerate the same.
Thank
God soldiers came to rescue
And
clean and clear ;
Not a single
day but whole week
Endless
task .
Finally
the task is over,
For
people and health department.
It is my place, my peace and more.
pOEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
It
is my place, my peace and more.
Whether
spring or cold winter,
Birds’
nest and shepherd’s gaze,
I
view with thrill, chirping of birds,
Or
trees blossoming, I adore with
Veneration,
His Creation , self-bound joy,
Immense
and unique.
A world of books, poems, of classic
And
ancient
modern, recent,
I
go back with my inspiration
To
find its own place,
Alas!
An awareness , life
Its
own limitations ;
Advancement
makes me
Grieve
with recompilation .
“it”
with many ruminations.
“it”
is not a gaming alone
riding
together far beyond,
reach
and circles,
among
children of spirits high,
as
if riding beyond age,
behind
a push unawares,
age
and awareness together,
riding
along, for safe place;
what
is that “it” each one,
ruminates,
without any viable,
cause and solution, still gaming
along
the bicycle, smile and smile;
a
philosophy touches each one,
with
conscious brutal instinct,
adulthood
already touches each one,
where
and why no one defines.
Still
with pride and ride,
A
mystery and go on and on,
That
is life with its own coils
and conundrums
beyond our reach.
“it”
with many ruminations.
“it”
is not a gaming alone
riding
together far beyond,
reach
and circles,
among
children of spirits high,
as
if riding beyond age,
behind
a push unawares,
age
and awareness together,
riding
along, for safe place;
what
is that “it” each one,
ruminates,
without any viable,
cause and solution, still gaming
along
the bicycle, smile and smile;
a
philosophy touches each one,
with
conscious brutal instinct,
adulthood
already touches each one,
where
and why no one defines.
Still
with pride and ride,
A
mystery and go on and on,
That
is life with its own coils
and conundrums
beyond our reach.
POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
So
much loss … where?
So
much loss, so much into the world
Of
mystery, poetry, death and duration
Short
and turning tuned like dawn and dusk,
Where
man’s limitations are yet to be exposed,
Where
humanity sleeps in its own way,
A
corner and calm each in its tender way.
Monsters
are everywhere lurking,
People
fallen, killed, forgotten,
Death
and dust bin swallowing,
Where,
poetry alone with poets
Of
imagination remain among us,
Unimagined
, stay for ever
A
recordation enduring.
“Simulacrum”
POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA
LOVES MANY FACES
IT HAS ITS OWN
APPENDAGE,
DIFFEREFNT COLORS, WITH
DIFFERENT COILS, CALLED
LOVE,
IT IS NOT LOVE, YET LOVE,
FACE AND HANDS AND BODY
IN MOVING DIRECTIONS,
WITH ALL CHALLENGES,
DRIVES IN ALL EMOTIONS,
NIGHT AND DAY NOT YOUR CHOICE,
BUT BOT
A DAY GOES WITHOUT
ANXIETY AND TENSE RIDDEN
MOVE,
THANK GOD . YOU ARE SAF
WITH THIS STRONG WILL,
DESPITE AGE AND TIME
ITS OWN TOL.
