Stain

After a night of torrential passion
The sun is but a turmeric blot
On the crumpled grey dhoti of the sky

தமிழ்

Waxing eloquent

Warm summer evening
And our tête-à-tête
Moon grows full too

The Glory of Ravana

How glorious he looks,
This King, this Ravana!
His crown glitters like a monsoon soon
from above his dark face.

His dark face
It bears down like a rain cloud.
Fertile and merciful.
A dark rain cloud this face,
cut across by the lightning flash
of his radiant smile.
And verily there is thunder too
when he laughs in mirth.

And that rumbling thunder rolls off
His mountainous shoulders
Twin ranges on which
the dark rain cloud of his face rests
like silvery snow on the dark Himavan.

His chest ebbs and falls
with every breath of his.
A thousand waves rise and fall
in that ocean of thoughts, dreams, songs, desire and hope.
An ocean from which the dark rain cloud of his face
draws water with the light of his crown.

The green silk robe on his waist
Rustles in joy
Like a verdant field full of emerald rice.
A verdant rice field fed
By the rain that trickles from his face,
ripples on his shoulders and runs down his body with life.

And from his waist hangs his silver sword
A river in spate
cleaving the verdant field
of his green silk robe.

In truth I say, this is not a man.
But a God, a Vishnu who
Awoke
Arose
And walked out of the pages of
The purusa's hymn.

This is a sun, a mountain range,
a cloud of rain, an ocean of dreams
a field of rice a flowing river.
This is the universe manifested.

And in front of him I am just Rama
A mere hunter with a bow.

In Tamil

The beauty of Andhra

Do you know why this land,
this country of Andhra is so beautiful?

Because this is the land,
the country where
Our Seethamma smiled a golden smile of joy,
laughed aloud and
filled the jungle with the music of her laughter

Forgetting the silent palace of her past
Unaware of the teary prison of her future

As she went to fetch water from the Godavari
for Her and her own Rama to do his Sandhiyavandhana.

Patriotism

nAn tamizil sonnAl
nEnu telugulO chepthe
nAnu kannadathalli heliththe
nyAn maLayAlaththil paraiyumengil
agar mein hindi mein kahUn
si je dis en francais
If I tell in English,
Still nothing changes.

The body needs food and air
The mind needs to think and grow

Else I am dead.

Ignorance

Brick upon brick
Stone upon stone
I build my tower
a giant finger clawing towards the sky
blotting out the sun
who tries to caress me with his Golden light.

Prayer

Under the spring moon
I asked the Goddess a boon
She gave me this song