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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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!