poem

Under the starlit skies when we were together I looked at you and I looked up at the moon I looked at you and I did not look up at the moon Love engulfed me Love engulfed us and that was years ago Today under the same starlit skies I looked up at the moon and I looked at you I looked up at the moon again Thoughts engulfed me

హిమబిందు himabiMdu ఏ దూర సాగరపు వారికణాలో E dUra sAgarapu vArikaNAlO ఆవిరై ఒక మేఘమాలికన aavirai oka mEghamAlikana తూలికై tUlikai గాలిలో తేలుతూ gAlilO tElutU గాలితో తూలుతూ gAlitO tUlutU

Line: As the moon revolves around the Earth and as the Earth revolves around the Sun I revolve around you countless times and in countless ways - up and down and in and out north and south and east and west straight and cross over and under and round and round ... Dot: Unless you are present and unless you go around me my existence does not count Line:

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When heaven is here ... A book of poems to read and ruminate an album of songs to hear and enjoy a vision of rangOlis to see and admire and you beside me and I beside you touching and smiling joking and laughing teasing and pleasing and the sky above with birds flying and the wind murmuring in between and the evening colours fading

rangOli neigbours Two neighbouring houses with a common courtyard and a mango tree in between Two friendly neighbours and two neighbouring rangOlis decorating their housefronts The cuckoo on the tree observed how dissimilar they were! One rangOli was traditional with dots and lines in white and with border reliefs in red The other was more modern filled with all sorts of colours and no dots or lines could be seen Under a canopy of clouds and the sounds of wind the cuckoo began to hear voices -- the voices of the rangOlis! I am more beautiful than you are -- more colourful, more attractive, more poetic and more vivacious You, you just look plain and simple dull and prosaic You may be right but beauty is in the beholder's eye beauty is in the creator's mind beauty is in that divine heart Suddenly the winds began to whip up and the clouds became darker and the sky began to light up

Those lovely fingers! You are really beautiful there is no doubt about it If I were a classical poet I would have compared your face to the lotus or the moonbeams and what not But in the modern age that may sound ridiculous About one thing I am sure though Love, beauty and everything good flows through those gentle fingers They are impressively expressive When you slide your fingers on the frets of the vINA strings and produce those waves of melody or when you glide your fingers on the floor with the rangOli powder to produce those tender artistic patterns or when you feed our young one coaxing to eat little morsels of food showing the moon in the sky or when you gently run your fingers through my hair at the end of the day offering a prelude to unknown joys it is those fingers, those lovely fingers those love-filled fingers that I think of J K Mohana Rao

Don't you think the Earth is a beautiful rangOli? with white snows and green forests with blue seas and orange sunsets with yellow lamps and indigo nights and with flowers of all hues thrown around? Its dots are the islands and its lines are the rivers and mountains Who drew this kaleidoscopic masterpiece? Nature - God - just happened? We know not! But what rich rangOlis are we going to bequeath to our children and grand-children and generations of their children and grand-children? Rivers of filth and oceans of poison? Nonexistent glaciers and dead coral reefs? Vanished species and unending stretches of hot deserts? Holes in the sky and drowned islands? The dead are buried in the earth If the Earth dies, where do we bury? Is our life-giving Earth destined to become one more lifeless wanderer in the vast universe? vandE mAtaram! J K Mohana Rao

Yesterday, very carefully she created me She was elated, yet quite focussed Her trained fingers drew lines and danced around dots and she waved her fingers to create waves at the edges She decorated me as she decorates herself simply, yet beautifully She filled me with colour she filled me with charm and finally she filled me with life She was very pleased and so was her God But today sadly, yet purposefully she clears me with her own hands and I become a heap of dust No trace of the magnificent symmetry Alas, I am a one day wonder Yes, already, she has started to create another one-day wonder J K Mohana Rao