ఎలెక్షన్లు

ఎలెక్షన్లు బాబూ ఎలెక్షన్లు.
మూదొందల ప్రజానీకానికి
ముప్ఫై నేతలు కావాలా?
రాజకీయం రంగులు మారి
నక్క జిత్తుల నాగరికత కాగా,
చిరు వసతి గ్రుహము
మా ఛాత్రావాసమునకు
ముప్పై నేతలు కావాలా??

India shining

The sun is shining with the noon’s full roar
Sipping my every blood and even more
Hard hit with ‘India shining’,
I met this girl, India’s lost child
Lost in the slums, never comes to school.
Lost in the roads selling flowers to the
Known Indians, the elite class, the shining Indians

Oh! How innocent she is!!
With those lovely cheeks
Which invite a kiss or two.
Little bubbly she is,
Her face covered
With the dust of cars and
increasing pollution levels.
A small piece of cotton,
She clothed herself.
I wonder if I find so many stitches elsewhere.

Surely, India is shining
With its precious pearls on rags
It is shining even brighter.

There she is,
How old she may be?
Six! Or may be eight!!
The time when
I was still in my dad’s lap.
There stands she,
Uncared and avoided,
among the same class of innocent souls.
If hell could come to earth
It would be their lives.

Unknown I am, she gave me a stare
Passed me looking back with eyes so weared
She’s the same girl we see each day
Robbed off their childhood,
Ripped off their lives.

They may drive another lantern,
which can add an extra ray
to shine India brighter. Or,
they may put India up
in the world map of crime.

Innocent they are.
No good, no bad.
Tiny heads they have.
(tough to realize)
what is good, what is bad.

Lift them up
“children are the future of the nation”
The same lines roared
again and again
In every public meeting
In every election manifesto
by the man coming in.
by the man going out.

Lift them up
They aren’t few
Start it soon,
Else they’ll take to crime
Oh! Mighty think tanks,
Gear your brains.

Thoughts,
thoughts and thoughts
Save me.
my mind is exploding
Care me.
my brain is fuming

I think of the country
i think of the nation
I draw plans,
to make India the greatest nation
I draw plans,
To make it a booming economy
I have ideas
To change the face of the country

My heart grieves
When I think
of farmers’ suicides
of disease and suffering
I am ashamed
When I look at the
Children on roads, slum dwellers
Overwhelming poverty and sky level corruption

I think of the corporates and its boom
I think of the farmers and agriculture
I think of politics, I think of policies
I am pained, my mind is etched
With thoughts
Thoughts and thoughts
Complex ones


I think of myself
I think of becoming a filmy guy
I want my name in the political fray
I think of myself as a guy, too smart
I want myself
To be a wonderful guy
They pain me,
They live me
Thoughts and thoughts
I am drowned in them


But,
My shyness overtakes me.
When its time for action
My muscles sieze
My joints are locked
My mind is jammed.
Thoughts didn’t result in action
They ended in distress at times
And hate towards myself.
But then, they didn’t seem
to stop flooding my mind
thoughts and thoughts
lots of them.
Mighty ones, biggy thoughts

A wise man said
thoughts result in action
Another genius said
Mere thinking is useless
i do not know whom to believe
but, there is hope
hope that lasts the world
hope that petrols the world
that there will be a time when,
every thought will result in action.

Cast away

At half past five
I sit alone on a hot stove
still awake,While sleep
bothers me, I sit down
to write about myself

Crossed over two thousand kms
cast away in a distinct land.
A city of hearts
a place of fortune
city of activity
clusters of fast-pacers
mix of religions
sangamam of regions
so complex and severe they are.
I don’t find a single heart for me
When problems arrive at my door step
I knock my door to my past
When pain and loneliness overtakes me
I remember my mother
I never thought of her
Before I am thrown away
In a distant land
A wise man rightly said
Distance gets you closer.
It did.

Golden mangoes for my foreign brother
Tasty mangoes for the rich white skins
Shining fruits for the privileged nation
Mud and pests for the home born child
My country is poor, our standards are low
Our lands are pests, our rice is yellow

Lord Jagannath

There sits he
Mr.jagannath of puri
In the higher mansions of kalingas
In the inner ‘gorbha mondir’
Smiling his bit
Worshipped by priests.
Diety of the pan-chewers,
The khaini,pan-parag lovers
Loved my one and all
By the land of nature,
And the people of orissa

వరకట్నం

వరకట్నం వలలో వెఱ్ఱి వ్యవస్థ
చాలవా మయలాడి చేసిన మంత్రపు జిత్తులు?
ఆగవా ఇంతింత అగ్ని ప్రమాదాలు?
మానరా మానవాళి సిగ్గు పదే పనులు??
కాల కూట విషం కరునించేదెప్పుడు?
అక్కల ప్రనాలకు భద్రత ఇంకెప్పుడు??
చివాట్ల చక్రం
పెట్టు వాతలు తన కొంగుతొ కప్పేస్తూ
సాగించే జీవనం,మన అక్కల కాపురం.