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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This moon where and what…. RADHAMANI SARMA

 

     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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

by RADHAMANI SARMA

 

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!

 

 

 

 

 

Why, where and how fast time fleets? Radhamani sarma

 

 

In the tunnel of summer, guardian April 23

 

Why, where and how fast time fleets? 

 POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA

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….

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

POEM BY RADHAMAI SARMA

 

RADHAMANI SARMA

e North wind

 a poem by RADHAMANI SARMA

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.

 

 

 

 

 

RADHAMANI SARMA

 

 RADHAMANI SARMA

 

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,Myself , my Muse, affliction

Poetry and prose, by my side,

With  His supreme Guidance,

Never will you down.

March ahead , plunge into deeper thoughts,

To a different haven .

 

Why, where and how fast time fleets? A POE BY RADHAMANI SARMA

 

 

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 guardian pOEM BY RADHAMANAI SARMA

 

Bin and strike

 POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA

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. by RADHAMANI SARMA

 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 .

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

POEM BY RADHAMANI SARMA

 

  POEM BY RADHAMAI SARMA

“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.