ఆ వర్షపు బిందువును నేనే

ఛిగురాకు కొన నుండి జారె
వర్షపు బిందువు
ఏంతొ భారంగ సెలవు తీసుకుంటుంది
ఇంతలొనె తనను అందుకోబొయె
ఇసుక రెణువును చూసి
మురిసు చేయి జాస్తుంది
ఆ వర్షపు బిందువును నేనే
నీవు నాతొ పంచుకున్న ఙాపకాలు ఎన్నొ
ఓక ఙాపకం నుండి ఇంకొక ఙాపకం కి
నెను ఒలలడె టప్పుడు
ఆ వర్షపు బిందువును నెనె

వెలితి

నాలో ఎక్కడో ఒక వెలితి
అస్పౄస్యం, అభౌతికమైన వెలితి
ఉబికి వచ్చె నా ఆవేశాన్ని అంతటినీ
ఒక్క గుక్కలొ మింగివేస్తూ
జాడ మాత్రం చ్చిక్కనివ్వని
కౄష్ణబిలం ఆ వెలితి
నాలో భావాలన్నిటినీ పంచితే
ముభావంగా అందుకుని
కనుమరుగయ్యె
నేస్తం ఆ వెలితి
నాలో చేలరేగే ఏ భావం దాన్ని నింపగలదో
నన్ను చేరే ఏ నేస్తం దాన్ని మరువజేయగలదో

మనస్సు నవ్వింది

మనస్సు ఒక క్షణం నవ్వింది
ఆ క్షణం కూడా నవ్వింది
తోటి క్షణాలు అసూయ చెందాయి
గాలి, పువ్వు పరిమళాన్ని గ్రహించినట్లు
ఆ క్షణం ఆ మనఃస్మితాన్ని తోటిక్షణాలకు అందజేయాలనిప్రయత్నించింది
యుద్దం చేసింది ఓడిపోయింది
ఆ నవ్వు మనః పొరల మధ్యనే సమాధి అయ్యింది
'ఆ క్షణం' క్షణాల మధ్య ఎక్కడో తప్పిపొయింది
తన సంతకం మాత్రం దొరికింది.

butterfly

as i close my eyes
i see her hurdle
from one star to other
like a butterfly,

as i close my eyes
i see her fingers
daub rainbow
on the face of sky,

as i close my eyes
i see her tress
sway creating
night and day,

as i close my eyes
i see her eyes
shower moonbeams
as flowers pray,

as i close my eyes
i see her smile
make the rivers
sing and play,

as i open my eyes
i wish her hand
rest on my hand
as i stroll the walkway

two friends

they called them the 'two friends'. the tree, under which the two used to lie down and talk , and talk and talk ....
the river, across which the two swam together. the books, the two used to read together. the nights, the two used to burn their volatile expressions. the pathway along which the two used to walk eternally. they all called them, ' two friends'. sometimes they also behaved as if they are also part of their friendship. the tree felt they were talking to it and began nodding it's head. the river stood still watching them.the nights remained calm absorbed all the volatile moods of the two friends. the pathway also immersed in their conversation started moving along with them. 'the time' remained still for long time.

sun was watching all this. he was conscious about what was going on. the tree forgot to shed its leaves. lost it's fervor too give birth to new leaves. the river forgot to absorb the rain drops, over look the need of new water. the nights burdened with the two friend's volatile feelings forgot to dawn. the pathway lost its way towards the destination. sun was watching all this.

sun sent a minute part of him in disguise to create some friction between the two friends. sun who is behind existence of seasons accomplished that with ease. he successfully created 'summer' between them. they used to carry that where ever they go. the tree was first to get the brunt of it. its leaves lost the moisture. the river got dried, the nights lost their mysteries some where and started searching them in dark. they all thought together and decided that they should replace the 'summer' between the two friends. the 'night' was first to act. it returned to, from where it came. to sun. river then embraced sun into it, dissolved it and then again gifted it sky. the tree then prayed sky which then showered all their wishes.

now its the turn of the 'two friends' to observe the 'three friends'. they observed how they turned 'summer' into rain. they then tried to emulate the three friends. after trying it honestly they got succeeded.

friends too experience seasons. friendship is just one of them.

rain

it's raining. it's not the first time that is raining and also not the first time that i am watching it. but this is the first time i am seeing it like i have seen it this time. i feel like the raindrops carry holy secrets just as like seashell carry stones. secrets that sky fostered since time unknown. those secrets that sky meant to share with earth.

this is the one side of rain i have seen. on the other side there is earth that is waiting to catch the raindrops and absorb the secrets of sky. looking over to the sky with a soul in each grain of sand , earth catches hold of each raindrop and absorbs the secret in itself and lets off the scent of that secret to us.

looking over towards sky i extended my hands with an obvious eager to catch hold of raindrops. to my disappointment they turned out to be ice thorns. i had to please myself with the scent of sky's secrets.

TRANSFORMATION

i am alone in my room. it's gloomy inside my room. the sky outside is cloudy. but the clouds are going along by the wind as would the withered leaves do. they doesn't look like they would shower. i laid down and closed my eyes. faceless thoughts surrounded me as if they were waiting for that moment.

you are alone. all alone. you seem like you are fixed up in the web of your dreams. those dreams you thought would become real and adorn you. you never had an organized approach to shape your dreams into reality. you never looked at the signs that portrayed your sorry state. you were shackled by your own arrogance. may be you were in delusion about your ability to breakdown the shackles, the result is now you find your self standing still and everybody is moving ahead of you............

suddenly i found floor beneath shaking. for a while i could not recognize whether its my body or the floor that is shaking. slowly the frequency of the vibrations are increasing. then i got that it is the earth that is quaking not me. i tried to open my eyes, but i could not. i tried again in vain. i tried to rise, i could not even move my legs. i tried to shout for help, but the sound died down before it came out. i could not find out what is that i was undergoing.i became motionless. i thought i would let ' IT ' happen as if that is the only option left with me. i closed my inner eyes. again i am surrounded by the face less thoughts.

i heard my alaram ringing. i thought i would not try to stop it. alaram volume slowly increased. suprisingly i found the vibrations decreasing. i tried to open my eyes. i succeeded. i moved to shut down the alaram. i felt as if alaram has saved my life. i tried to comprehend what i had undergone when i was asleep. yes i was asleep. than it would have been a dream.

it got me like a lightning that there is resemblence between my state in reality and that of mine in that dream. in my dream i almost succumbed to that quake same as like i yielded to my post failure thoughts. it is my alarm that saved me from that fictitous earthquake. i got now that i also got some sort of signs after my failures. if i had recognized them they would have been my real life alarms. the earthquake that i have experienced is not a genuine one, my alarm ring has bought me in reality. may be my thoughts that drive me mad are also not the real ones and if i acknowledge the right signs i would come out that negetive thoughts spree.

it's almost daybreak. the clouds have vanished. i got a feeling it would rain. yes it rained, in my dream that night. signs.