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Musings...
of Madhu Babu
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Yet I bore your hegemony patiently like an ascetic
I was ordered not to spit on the soil
While you spit upon me endlessly to spoil
You judged me inferior and suppressed my voice
While my spirit speaks with bullets of justice
Despite all dirty discrimination made by your scriptures
I leap like a leopard with self respect not without
raptures
You cut my Bahujan body into many pieces
Of castes , subcastes and in all possible ways
But you could never cut my soul and I regenerated
always
Unity is inevitable and I unite to fight injustice
Time heals all the wounds and future is mine
You made me without arms, with fear of defeat
But I learned to fight against cruelty
With my naked hands and moral strength
Ultimately, all the pieces you cut will unite
To fight for justice and equality to reign the land
Where no discrimination and no domination prevail
Where no revenge but only excuse and love avail.
MN
You spit upon me..
Iserved you for the ages in many waysWhile you inhumanly humiliated me always
You imposed upon me crude rules and forceduntouchability
While I cultivated your land to produce food and
sustainability
You made me without land and health
While I laboured to multiply your wealth
You bayed at me and kicked me like an ass
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Despite your unidentified hardships
Now and then You are rewarded
With domestic violence, rapes and dowry deaths
You are under-represented in all walks of life
Even God cant protect you
For all religions are deeply misogynistic
Mom, Ive understood
Your agony for female foeticide
Yours is a universal plightI admit that you are caged
I want you to break boundaries
Freedom and dignity are essential
They are to be achieved by struggle
Never offered voluntarily
My father is a cobbler
A slave to all in my village
Alas! My mother is again
A slave to my father
I face only caste discrimination
But my mother faces both
Caste and gender discriminationThats why I am always my mothers party
Forgive me mom
For my patriarchal hegemony
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Forgive me mother
Please, forgive me momFor Ive not understood you so far
Mom, Ive understood lately
Without whom I am no more
Labour pains you boreStrain of bringing up children
Household work, which is not considered
And never paid a penny
You cook very delicious food
For all of us
But never complemented
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Let Her be Beside Me
By Gods grace, I too have a wifeWho accompanies me throughout life.
She is my moon in the darkness of life
She is my muse in the understanding of life
She is so dignified and gracious like an angel
Who always keeps me away from sin and hell
Her words make me merry
Her silence leads me to worry
Her smile always rocks me
Her wrath always shocks me
I want to be in her arms forever
For not after all I have a romantic stinge for her
But to feel that I am her own lover
And she is mine ever and forever
My lord! Let her be beside me
For, I be the righteous man of thee
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Solitude
Solitude is not a baneIts a boon in disguise
Spending time with one-self
A contemplation of many aspectsOffers a vision and mission
A wise escape
From hypocritical society
A way to introspection
To locate errors
An inner journey in to ones selfTo point mile stones of miracles
Silence is the only companion
To solitude
In silence you can listen
To the beautiful music of your heart
A world of joy and ecstasy
To invent treasure of creativity
A chance to discover
Ones own self
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You treated me like a brigand
As I have been exploited
For the ages by all means by you
You gifted me series of massacres
In Karamchedu, Tsundur, Padiri Kuppam
And lately in Lakshmipur Bathey
But you have never been convicted
I have a last hope
That judiciary is unbiasedBut that is also lost
No way to seek justice
Nowhere to go for my refuge
Even judiciary also ostracised
Ive been trying to restrain my tears
And grasping my fury
For a very long time
I cant bear it anymore
I cant live always with fear
Better to die than to live like a coward
I desperately need freedom
I desperately need human dignity
Else I will die myself
But becoming a human bomb.
MN
Justice Ostracised
You speak a lot about equalityBut always practice ostracism
You speak about constitutional rights
But always practice violation on them
You speak about reservations
But I am always distressed
By your witty bullying
You felt me ominous
Whenever I face you
You thrashed me for petty mistakes
Despite your feudal anarchy
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My mind craves for something more
Where to stop? What will be the end?
Unrest, Unrest, Unrest.
I am a man of pride, indiscipline and ego
I named it euphemistically, self respect
Marxism, Ambedkarism made me
A political animal for social transformation
Nothing substantial is achieved
Still dreaming.
Sleepless nights, restless daysMy mind craves for something new
Where to stop? What will be the end?
Unrest, unrest, unrest.
Suddenly in my broken dream
I found an abandoned child
In his ragged clothes and shabby face
Beaten by a shopkeeper for stealing a loaf of bread
I went to his rescue and was scarred
Battered to death- I am dead
My death rewarded me with new lease of life
I am born again, from the ashes .like a phoenix
Not in a self-centred waste landBut in a humanistic vast land
Dreams may come true.
Joy , joy & joy forever.
Peace , peace & peace forever.
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A New Dawn : From WasteLand To Vast Land
Life is low and prosaicBeing a fanatic of novelty and modernity
I ran in life after illusions and imaginationsWandering restlessly
For something creative and innovative
Being an outcaste
I strove for emancipation
But bitterly failed in the pursuit
A broad hearted loving woman
Shared her life
And made me live for love
Gave me two loving children
Who are my scintillating affection
But still no contentment
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Mother goddess was worshipped
A matriarchal society
Without suppression upon women
All lived together
With peace and harmony
No wars, no weapons, no discrimination
They came from outside
With weapons, defeated me
Destroyed my civilisationCulture, language and script
My land was robbed
Rooted out from my ethnicity
I was displaced and enslaved
Divided into thousands of castes
In the name of scriptures
No respect for my self
My identity was condemned
Cultural slavery,
Economic exploitation
Without land, without homeWithout any possessions
Nothing is my own
I lost my self
I am dispossessed
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Dispossessed
Iwas the inventorOf cultivation on the bank
Of river Indus
A creator of ancient
And indigenous civilization
I filled great granaries
Built great baths
And planned cities
Ages ago, where
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Retribution
Grabbing my landExploiting my labour
Demolishing my culture
Destroying my language
You molested my children
Seduced my women
When I protested
Creative battle
Life begins with the battle of babyTo come out from the womb of mother
After arrival on to the earth
Again battle continues to adjust the new environmentBattle for love like Marx for Jenny
Battle for books for knowledge like a scholar
Battle for livelihood like a coolie
Battle for human rights and justice like Ambedkar
Battle against discrimination and suppression
Battle against ones own evils
Battle for life from suffering and ill health
Battle, battle everywhere
Battle after battle throughout life
An endless battle till the end of life
A creative battle for enlightenment and peace
MN
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Fury of the forest
When I look aroundStanding on a hill in the forest
It is full of tall trees, plants
I was branded untouchable
Banished from main stream
You rode over my
Shoulders for the ages
I was made like an ass
Like a beggar
A borrower and a stealer
Whenever I questioned
Your hegemony
I was killed brutallyTribulation has been my daily bread
I was condemned to cry
My voice was crushed
For all these deeds
You never faced retribution
But I used to be prosecuted
For petty crimes
Under suffocation
Without motive
Sometimes even
Sentenced to deathYes, in the great
Land of Vedas
Is retribution always
For me only?
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Rabbits, deers and peacock
Who dances on seeing the rainbow
In the home of the great forest
Flying of different birdsAs high as sky
Raven, halcyon, grackle
Falcon, eagle, cuckoo
Bat, snipe, lap wing
Weaver bird, red breast
Plower, Patridge revealed meThe true meaning of Freedom
All those infinite
And diverse sounds
Bird twitters, bear growls
Black bird whistles
Elephant trumpetsFox howls, bee hums
Magpie chatters, lion roars
Snake hisses, sparrow chirps
Vulture screams.
Create a synchronised symphonyA sweet music which is
Far better than Rock Band s
Or that of Rehmans or Ilayarajas
From the beauty of these sounds
Alone I listen to shruthi layalu
Herbs, shrubs, creepers
Shining streams and meadows
As if the earth wrapped
In a green sari
Wow! What a great diversity!
Different kinds of trees
Cedar, sandal wood, saul
Pandanus, laurel, peepul
Palm trees, jejube, jack trees
Emphobia, hemp, birch tree,Bhir, baobab, cassia, casurina
Bamboo, babul, acacia trees
Hills on either side
Are like the breast of the forest
She appears like a mother
Who rejoices offeringBreast milk to her infant
My mother gave breast milk
When I was a child
While the forest offers me
Oxygen throughout lifeThus I am her beloved son
Mine is birth relation with her
Ive learnt dancing naturally
From the dancing branches
From the leaping and running
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Chief Seattle, to be deceived
To allow you into my mother land
The forest is sacred to me
Like mother, the forest also
Forgives the mistakes of her kidsYet there is a limit for patience
Betrayal and exploitation
Have never been excused
Fury of the forest
Causes calamities, floodsDroughts and tsunamis
Which cant be stopped
Unless you understand
The forest is our mother
To harm the forest
Is to heap the contempt of its creatorYou, the bloody capitalists
Of multinational companies
And the cruel politicos
Who support them for corruption
Beware! and get out of the forestElse the wrath of the forest
Cant be controlled by any!
MN
Found the secret of musical tones
Now singing is song of freedom
However I am living myself
In the lap of the forestEating fruits, roots, leaves
And drinking honey.
Who are you to ask me leave the forest?
Who are you to separate
From my home land?Who are you to dig
Into the heart of the forest for mining?
What harm did the forest do to you?
Offers you pure air, wood,
Herbal products and rains
As a hereditary wealthBeyond all, ecological equilibrium
Yet, you betrayed her
Stabbing on the breast of mother
You may regard me savage
But Ive compassion for the beastsTrees, streams and meadows.
I am, connected with all
Flora and fauna of the forest
Like blood which unite a family
I am not that ancient
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Marginalised
Who am I?Of course, a human being
With flesh and blood
Banished dream
An unseen discriminationMultiple in form
I have been alien
In my indigenous land
Even dreams are banished
The wealth is created by meBut I am starved
An untouchable in native land
Robbed of my art
Suppressed my culture
Thoughts too banishedKilling ruthlessly
Whenever I express freedom and protest
Is this country
A concentration camp for me?
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But without dignity
An outcaste and neglected
I cultivated the lands
With my sweat and blood
Nonetheless, IHave been starved
Homeless and landless
Who am I?
Can you call me
A citizen of country?A second citizen.
Ages have gone
Persecution has not gone
My skin has been scaled out
By damn discrimination
My self-respect is wounded
By relentless domination
Who am I?
A sense of identity
Question of self-definition
Its time to re-define
I am alien, alienatedWithout economic existence
Without political entity
Marginalised, from mainstream
Marginalised, marginalised, marginalised!
MN
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Social engineers and activists
Agitators and revolutionaries
Sacrificed their lives
For the annihilation of caste
For the abolition of inequalitiesInjustice and exploitation
Nothing substantial is achieved
As an activist
I float in the stream
Of humiliations and atrocitiesMy body is full of wounds
My mind is paralysed, I bleed
I may die now, now only
But I will be born
Again as a warrior
With a sword of justiceTo cleanse the dirt of caste
And all social evils
From this superstitious land
The warrior comes out
From the crusts of the earthLike Spartacus or Ambedkar
Like Duddu Vandanam or Kanchikacharla Kotesu
Who waged war against
All kinds of slavery and injustice
Yes, the rebirth of a warrior is certain.
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Rebirth of a Warrior
When I tried to writeA few lines on the cheeks
Of eternal time
Historical tribulation and wounds
Have always been barriers
To my flow of emotions
Squares of philosophers, reformers
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Growth is life
If you live for yourself, you will die with yourself.If you live for the people, you will live in their hearts
ever and forever- Dr.B.R.Ambedkar
Mine is a burning heartFor I lost my identity
I want to assert myself
We Shall Overcome
Get down of the throneFor you dont know how to love peopleSo you never know how to rule
You divided people into VarnasSuppressed women inferior
My rights were oppressed in your regimePoured mica into my earsFor listening to Vedas
You cut my tongueFor pronouncing some unknown language
Legendary Dravidian emperorsBali and Shibi ruled peopleWith love and concernThey sacrificed everythingFor the sake of people and principle
Imagine the reign of emperor AshokaI want to establish the same now
You may not get down of the throne nowEqual opportunity is essential and inevitable
Finally, I will overcome one day!And future is mine ever and forever!!
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Casteless people
We dont have caste nameAt the end of our names
For we are low caste people
They reveal social status
By showing their caste after their namesWith a strategy of identifying their people
Mr.Reddy, Mr.Sastri
Mr.Sharma, Mr.Chowdary
They are always respected
With Mr or Mrs before their names
Despite your discrimination
I have to assert
As much as you suppress
So much Ill rise like a tide
If I am contented with whatever
Has been already achieved
That is nothing but death
Change is natural
In every living thing
When I relax at some point
Then growth ceases
Growth is life
May not be a financial one
Acquiring scholarship,
Humanity, humility, wit and wisdom.
If growth ceasesI will become a dead wood
When I lost burning
In my heart of hearts
For the loving hearts
For the suppressed and depressedFor the emancipation
To wipe out their fears and tears
For something novelty
Then I am really dead
Dead forever and ever.
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While we never have
Mister or mistress before our names
We, working class people
Are called inferiorWith our caste names
Hey Madiga, hey Mala
Mahar, Chamar, Mangali
Kammari, kummari
It is the questionof myself respect
We are depressed castes
We too have our identity
We are majority people
Till the date
We lost only identity But today onwards
We too reveal out caste identity
At the end of our names
For we shall know
That we are all suppressed
Thus we unite
And fight against discrimination
Finally strive for casteless society.
- Madhu Babu Munnangi
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Musings...of Arundhathi
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A New Beginning
Every day is a new beginning.If the day ends,
Its just the end of an inning.
But again it tends,
To begin another morning.
If there is a close,
Of one of the happy doors,
It is often difficult to choose,
Between the other door of happiness and a sad moor.
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Nest of a Bird
Every bird has to leave the nest;To join the group with all the rest;They flee around to find the pest;
And do their best.
So let us suggest;
To the hearts of every chest;
To leave the nest;Solve the quest.
Try not to fail the test,
And be the best,
Better than all the rest.
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A Beautiful Day
The day is so beautiful, there ought to be a reason.Not because of the climate or the season.
Is it that the lovely day is relative ?To either our mood, or the thoughts being positive.
Why so it is the feeling of confidence.
Why not the effect of a big panorama of life or the
evidence?
Might both be the actual reply.
But only one answer to the question does apply.
If its the effect of life,
Then life has both flower and knife.
If its the effect of evidence seen,What we see with our eyes is not the true mean.
The beautiful day always depends on the way,
That we handle things in a different sway.
MN
Reflection of True Image
Theres always an absolute, shiny mirror.Reflecting every minute thing, both pleasure and horror.
As the reflection takes time, or even appears late.
We may forget the crime, but it becomes our fate!
It will surely become our nearest future,What we have already done to the other creature.
If you have had ever given some love,
It is certain forever, to get it back in a huge bright clove.
This gift may not either die along with you.But the talking feather flies, touching all the things which
have your pursue.
The mirror never breaks, so far does our character.
It always leaks to the surroundings, till we are our own
minister.
If one among many does change,
many among more do the same.
It is contagious to every age,
the picture will surely get a new frame.
MN
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We rather tend to lose them.
In search of those lost things, we lose ourselves.
But being lost gives us hope to be found.Im lost for the world, but you found me.
Giving hope to find the lost things.
No offence! there it is mistaken.
It isnt romantic as You refers not to He or She.
But the life itself you see!
In my sense, being among many doesnt mean to be
lost.
But when neither yourself nor anyone else finds what
you actually are, makes you lost.
We usually take time to discover things,
Which we already know.
That might be the only reason,
Why they call it REALISATION.
In life, Realisation often comes late.But comes when we need it the most.
It is never too late,
Actually, we do await!
MN
Hope
Life provides us with many things.Many in reality to utilise, experience and achieve.
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Finite-Infinite ness of Time
Present, Past, Future!In my life, better say till my lifespan,The only common thing among these is myself.
Time.... It was one of my best friends.
Then I knew not anything but joy.
Now its one of my oldest friends.
Milestones
When the rain starts, there often comes a thunder.And of all parts, theres nothing special to wonder.
The flowers blossom, so along do their thorns.
They together look awesome, when they are at a stageof new borns.
As the time passes by, the flower grows more and more
beautiful.
So do the thorns become strong.
Everything that we want to get, needs an effort; cant be
helped by dreams
If that tiny thing we could afford, everything comes in
streams
This tiny effort, needs to go along many milestones
After all, it is for our comfort; end of all hard anddifficult zones.
This is an easy way, a short one.
But the way has many stones lay, they are seen by none.
MN
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Departure of my heart
When I came across the street of dreamsI felt just like its heaven
When I came across the street of sorrow
I felt just like a dry leafWhen I came across the streets of life
I cant believe
Im jus like a falling flower
I can hold it no longer
cause Ive departed from my heart X3
My thoughts, my soul, everythings in there
Beyond the streets of life
I need someone to hold my hand and take me to the
gate
Further to my heart
I realise, I think, I feel that it was a mistakeIve to get it back in every way possible
But Im afraid
cause the streets are empty now
I cant find it in the lonely streets
cause Ive departed from my heart
MN
Time can be controlled by none,
But itself.
It is one silent, going on with its work, never revealing
its aims, often seen around.
Life, should have something,
Simply not to be recognised about,
But, to be recalled.
That is nothing but the purpose of life.
And it comes at some point of time.
I missed it far away, I suppose.
Time is infinite, but life is not the same.
It is finite.
It is finite to complete its purpose.
It is finite to achieve its aim.
The finiteness of life can be known,
Only by the infiniteness of time.
And when you come to know its infiniteness,
You might be at the last stage of your finite life.
Ive come across the same situation.
And now nothing is left but the final farewell.
Thus, accomplishment of infinite targets,
In my finite life, had been lost.
At the end of the finite life,
Being infinite is not possible for me.
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It gets really hard to believe,
For the past things, over which we grieve.
Two kinds of thoughts may arise.
During such situations, barely precise.
One- Why is this happening?
The actual reason behind the situation threatening.
Second- Why is this happening to me?Searching for the faults of others, the one which we
cant be .
The first one changes the condition better.
But the second ruins it more bitter .
This is a thing to think over.
As a to me climbs a big tower.
A question has a definite answer.
Lying deep inside, might need some kind of sensor.
Finding becomes a difficulty.When we dont want to retain the old faculty.
MN
The Fact is the Fate
The fact is the fate.Acceptance is our only mate.
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Chemistry is a mystery.
Never were we able to read its history.
Be fast.
Before it becomes past.Because, it is so vast.
Physics isnt like cosmics.
Read by only psychics.
School isnt so cool.
Its like a big pool.
Whoever go inside are fools.
Teachers are preachers.
They make their childrens futures,
Who are lovely creatures.
Questions are like sessions.
They never complete their missions.
Being late isnt so great.
Oh! my mate, its your fate.
Even if you skate, you couldnt reach the gate.
Man is made of thoughts.
If thoughts are made good,
Man becomes good and vice-versa.
MN
Musings
Economics is a boring subject,Which has only money and budget.
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Every time I think of you
My heartbeat goes away X3
When I see you in front of my eyes
I always do feelWhat to do?
And where to go?
Whats my destiny?
What is real and fate?
I dont understand
Until I found you
My heartbeat goes away X3
When I see you in front of my eyes
The surroundings got mirrors all the way
In which I see you
I see you all around
In my world of loveBut I cant say
Whats stopping me?
Now, Im all gone
Broken to pieces
Thrown out everywhere
Whats gonna happen next?
The worlds upside down
Without you in my life
I feel so alone without you
My heartbeat goes away X3
When I see you in front of my eyes
MN
My Heartbeat goes away
Isaw you for the first timeWhen I was so sad
I had no one left in my life
When I found you
I thought that
Nobody lies to meEveryones friend of mine
But I was wrong
Now, nobody stays with me
And Im all alone
In this huge world
My heartbeat goes away X3When I see you in front of my eyes
When I close my eyes
I see your face
And when I open them
I like to see you
I felt so that
Im in love with you
Cant live without you
So, I sat down
Seein your face
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Animals solve it through mutual understanding,
sometimes may be a fight.This does make a difference, right!
Considering fights to actions,And that of arguments to words, we have,
A very famous proverb commonly heard everywhere.Action speaks louder than words.
But during some situations,
Things go wrong and become uncontrolled.
We say some hurting words.Which cut the other person into pieces acting as
swords.
Here! The proverb needs to be interchanged.Words speak louder than actions.
During fights, we get wounded.But no wound lasts longer than the person.
Except the one caused to the heart,
By the arrogant and hurting words.Take time people. Breathe!And think for a second before you speak.
We cant take them outta their minds and memory.Then after , it is of no use even we feel sorry.
Words speak louder
than Actions
Arguments! They start with the strike of thoughts.Only among humans, as we are blessed to express.
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Modern man- still ancient
Turning back the pages of history,There are three- ancient, medieval and modern ages.
There came medicines, to heal the wounds.
But no equipments, to take back spoken words.
It is obvious, that no two persons have same angle of
analysis.There, observation is needed the most.
Not over the persons.
But over the analysis.
How small or big the matter may be,
It couldnt be solved without an explanation.
Concluding that, this is not criticising the arguments,But pointing towards a similar one, discussion.
Apologising is always a solution.
Forgiving too, is never a criminal offence!
Words are framed by man.
And also used by the same.
If we dont start to plough,
Seeds wont germinate. It depends though.
Arguments and discussions are two identical twins.
They differ in the way we talk.
MN
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Are we really living in this so called modern age?
It is still the ancient period.
And it continues to remain as it is.
Until the day, we change our thoughts.
Live free and independent.
That is a starting step towards the enlightenment.
Free and independent of facilities.
Not the responsibilities.
Be happy with what you are.
And what all you have.
We should give the next generation,
An idea of how to handle things and sort them out.
Not the whole implementation and execution.
We should give them a chance to explore.
Thinking towards the future,
Eats our time in the present.
Live the present.
Exploring, discovering and inventing.
MN
We are living a comfortable life now .
Calling it modern age.
People earn money.
Some do so for lively hood and some for getting rich.
Supposing, were the richest persons in the world,
Where do we keep it?
Do we keep it with ourselves?
Even after death?
I dont think so.
We earn so to give our next generation a good future.
As our forefather gave us.
But focusing on particular thing,
I say, early man didnt give us software technology.
He gave us the idea of living.
And this is supposed to be developing.
Though it didnt, but remained the same.
Early man used to hunt animals more than his hunger.
In fear that he wouldnt get some afterwards .
So he preserves that prey for the following days.
I guess, were following the very same ritual.
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Give it a try!
If doesnt work, no need to cry.
As its just a never-never land,
Where things actually seem above the sand.
That is nowhere but the sky.As we try to touch, it goes high.
Think that weve achieved.
As known the fact hidden received.
We feel strange,
If the dream is high in range.
Dont worry!
As much it is high, we try to jump higher.
Its just the work of brain.
After which starts the train.
We dont get the idea ,
Of where exactly its reached.
But one thing is compulsory.
It would stop for sure.Might not be at the point of thought,
But of either ways brought.
If one is beyond,
The other is still here around.
But all this needs one particular beam.
The capacity to dream.
To dream beyond our present,
Exploring the farer future, that is now absent.
But it shouldnt be so,
That youve only dreams left to show!
MN
Dreams come true
Dreams come true sometimes.But only if there is one .Some of them need no sleep,
As they are so deep .
Deep in the sense,
Out of creative conscience .
One of the finest dreams comes true.
But identified only by a few.
We never know of dreaming them.
But we feel so, when they come.
They wont give an invitation,
But only occur during our execution.
We start the work to reach a point.
But we often many times go somewhere else.The thing is not about the destination,
But the effort which took us there so.
If we continue with what we are now,
Well never know what we are beyond this now.
To know so, we have to dream.
About something unseen.
T h t b k
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To have a step back.
As I have already stepped back.
Thought, to move ahead farther,
We have to have some step-backs.
But it was the mistake done!I thought of going farther rather than step by step.
But it became harder and harder,
As went to the survival life game.
Living while compromising is like,
Living a bad life; thought!
Life, again, did its duty.
It stopped me from more stepping back.
I realised that it was ,
As happy as I have not even thought.
I, now criticize that thought,
Which first made me sad.
When my needs and wants became one,
Life revealed its work done.Thought, again, it would be better before.
But its already the best now.
Feeling bad over unsatisfied things,
Is not less than any other crime.
This thought is also a mischievous creation.
Never listens to even heart or head.
As both become uncontrolled,
Sometimes during confusion followed by
dissatisfaction.
Making them voluntary,
Lies our effort of fulfilling wants.
MN
Thought
Life is a complex material.It gives us only those things which we need.
And coming to wants,
Weve got to fulfil them.
I being failed to achieve,
Sat in a forlornly way.But life has done its duty.
Giving me a second chance.
Denying it was my first thought.
What would happen next?
I would still be sorrowful,
For hurting two very persons.
One myself and the life.
Yet on second thoughts,
I accepted.
But it was rather like compromising.
To none other than myself.
And its too late now,
The great sinking Titanic for them
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The great sinking Titanic for them.
But unlike the elders,
They faced the natures challenge.
Not only accepting,
But also enjoying it,
With their naughty laughter,
And silly activities.
My sister still angry on the cable.
It has not been even ten minutes, she started hammering
table.
And suddenly from the dark clouds,
Came hard sunshine.
The doors were opened and everyone came out.
The children still playing in the muddy water.
It doesnt make a difference for them ,
Cloudy or sunny; whatever it may be?
The cable came again.
But the anguish still exists with my sister.
The wet clothes were again on their run ,
To get dry before the setting sun.
MN
The Rain
The cable came dizzy, as it was cloudy outside.My sister scolding the cable, on behalf of missing
cartoons.
There came a sudden lightening.Later started a huge rain.
All the clothes were damped.
While removing them, I found people running away
from streets.
Hiding in the nearby houses & shops.
But while returning to my window,
I saw small children, unaware of the heavy floods,
Floating tiny paper boats!
Those sinking boats were like,
And see what you have lacked
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And see what you have lacked .
It was funny though!
As someone was sitting behind me.
But when actually checked,
I not only saw, but knew and understood.
That I lacked so much.
None other than my self.
I came to know,
That comparison can not only be made,
Between yesterday and today,
But also between today and tomorrow.
It was a matter of the expectations.That others had on me.
Was I damaging my own image?
In front of my own mates?
Was it a matter lasting for a fraction of seconds?
Or was it forever ?
It was my lacked character then.
But later on it was the gained.
MN
Comparison
There was time when comparison,Was only a matter between two things.
But later came to know,
That its between two periods of time.
Comparing two things is,
Like this is beautiful than that.
Two periods of time is like,How was it then and how is it now.
Keeping the subject to myself, it would be rather,
How was I yesterday and how am I now?
It took not less than a lot of time,For me to understand this fact.
When I was so done bad,
Some well wisher of mine, said once.
Look behind yourself,
The bird got to eat the food
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The bird got to eat, the food.
It got to drink, the water.
The toughest thing healed, the wound.
It started its wings to flatter.
But, it waited, waited long for freedom.
The Prince took care of the bird.
Day and night, he gave love.
Couldnt stay a moment without its voice heard.
The bird was tired now.
Still, it waited, waited long for freedom.
The Prince got call from the king.
Rushed to the cabin.
Leaving the bird in the barred thing.
It was alone there..
It waited, waited long for freedom.
With its beak, it started,
To move the cages bolt.
The day came that it was open.
But came the Prince, to halt.
Yet, it waited, waited long for freedom.
It had all pleasures fortified.
But it needed independence.
Once came the Prince, horrified,
He was, by seeing it dead at once.
As it waited, waited long enough for freedom!
MN
Waiting for freedom
Amongst the birds, he shot.The very beautiful one, the smallest at age.
So small was its neck and body, he caught.
Taking it to a cage.
There, it waited, waited long for freedom.
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Disguised
We see people around,Smiling and laughing, having fun.
Their lips widen and face charming,
Journey
During the changes of earth,I came across those,
Yet unnamed, extinct creations .
Experiencing the changes of life,
I shut the doors of those,
Yet unopened, hidden places.
Expressing the difficulties of life,
I embarrassed the feelings of those,
Yet unexpressed and depressed.
Trying to be immortal,
I saw the end of those,
Which were never meant to be mortal.
Exploring the objects of future,
I deliberately lost those,
Yet untitled equipments of present .
Going through this very short journey,
I wondered of those,
Yet unexpected to find me anytime !
MN
Enjoying life!
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Conflict of head and heart
Things roam in my head.Things roam in my heart.
Some lie deep down.
Some outburst frequently.
Those, which come out,
From deep layers, have,
Enjoying life!
We fail to recognise,
Their disguised sorrow.
But yet.
No one is noticeably happy,
With their acquired assets.
They might have compromised.
It comes as an unaided suffering.
While some intend,
To steal others closets;
Some too pretend,
To inherit the luxurious.
No other option appears appropriate.
If, neither there is a chance to make one,Nor any more power to lose the accepted,
Then, ignoring is unacceptable.
There, avoiding is unadvisable.
The only way to change is to grow.
Ensuring the pursuit, some dishonestly win.
But some admirably lose.Often them , no one is cheerful.
MN
A conflict of head and heart.
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Things remained
Time passed by,No matter how it went;
The hardest of all its routes,
The sweetest of all its moments,
I have experienced every tiny bit of it.
It stopped nowhere.
I tried to sojourn with it.
I went to many unknown places,
Destined to nowhere.It is actually hidden.
It is but, now here!
I stopped a while,
To reveal it to the unknown.
I deliberately lost the race.
Time had won.
It had always been.
Until I knew this fact,
Many things remained;
Some were untreated,
Of whom to listen?
And of whose to respond?
When head theorises anything,
Heart fails to prove itself.Its now a pain,
To both head and heart!
To prove my heart,
Head needs to be proved first.
For there is no world now,
To accompany this lonely heart.
Only head to heart.
And heart to head.
As my thoughts rise,
So do my feelings.
But during such a conflict,
Both go in different ways.
The ways are definite,To junction at some point.
But, till then, its often.
Another strike of head and heart.
It hurts..when Im unable,
To control my own organs.
They are not simply parts,
But only the unique ones.They differ in persons!
-Arundhathi Munnangi
MN
And some were neglected.
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Weaker than the vanished
Everytime I strove for growth,I found myself;At the least stage
Of acquiring it.
Everystep I took
Towards enlightenment,
More of things were people,
Relations and principles.
It is left of me, a little now.Yet if I had won,
I wouldve left with nothing.
Nevertheless, Id lose again.
Still, things wouldve left,
Untreated and neglected.
I see it now; thatWe can change the lost ones,
Subsequent to the ones that are left.
Success, failures go on.
So does life.
We dont rely on them,Neither do they, on us.
But what remains is..
Only our rememberance.
Which should be made fruitful.
Otherwise, we fail again.
With the challenge of our birth.Things cannot be fulfilled often.
Some has to remain.
For, where is the proof?
That we have existed once!
MN
I found myself;
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The beautiful sunset
Ihave always wonderedIf only they are tested
Who are strong?
Or else, those who are to be strong?
Lesser than the enlightened.
Whenever I took a breath
Of air in success,I found people,
Greater than my knowledge.
Whenever I tried
To bounce back,
I saw an obstacle
To be struck first.
All the time, I struggled
To see my own image,
I found myself
Being concealed within it.
For my every desire
Of worldly possessions
I have noticed them,
As the needs of he noughts.
However I was,I have evolved.
But still find myself
Weaker than the vanished!
MN
And I see that
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Untrodden destination
Finding an untrodden destination,Trying to make it clearI began to leave,
On the hope
To have a refuge along the way
Tying tight all the threads
So fastening that
They broke at the other end.
They left one thread each.
But failed to see that
They are my only left.
Now, being nowhere near
To any destination,
Am roaming to find hope.
Because, when you have so fallen deep,
You have nothing more than to hope.
Yet, there was scope.
I too found a rope.
I am no longer
Any stronger.
I am a weak player.
Always lose the match.But this time,
It was for the prize.
It was certain too
For me to lose again.
Yet, I am not the weakest too.
For every failed step;
I might havent known the correct one;But became aware of the wrong.
People often seem to be strong.
But no one knows the fact.
We are the weakest.
Not even strong enough
To accept the truths of life.The simplest gifts from it.
But even, it isnt time
To become any weaker.
Because, when we are already he weakest,
There isnt a chance to become any.
Its time we change.
We do have a brighter future aheadLike the ever rising sun.
But now, we have to enjoy, I say,
The beautiful sunset.
MN
Long after a thorough grope.
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Rising ember
We many a times forgiveAnd most often believe
But more of the less are betrayed!
After a seldom Coventry,Of giving an opportunity to realize,
Everything is forgotten and forgiven.
But do people seek to change?
Even then, faced betrayal
Thence, innumerable times.
Once the lit fire was doused.
But yet, the ember exists.
Further more, it will rise.
Touching the heights of skies
But it was that
I never knew of.
Never even cared of.
When I was none to care,
I started to do it more.
Since, I knew the feeling
Of being unwanted.
Knew how it was to be rejected.
Further knew how hardIt was to reject
To accept the older desires.
But rather, it was never an acception
Because it was mine before.
It came as an option, the destinationRealizing that I was on the wrong way
all the time,
I tried to make it correct.
Now, in the middle of the journey
Having no chance to return,
Am going ahead.
To fasten the broken threads
To find the lost destination
Making the journey clearer
Than the destination!
MN
And igniting the anguish.
E b t hi th h t
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From losing to
becoming lonelyIwas never a loser.Because I had nothing to lose.
Yet, I had to observe it closer.
Because life was big a tie.
I dont know why?With many a knots!
As now, after acquiring this a lot,
Of both knowledge and relations;
When I tried to manage myself,
I felt, quite losing everything.
When I was nowhere,
And none has time to spare,
I pitied being alone.
But now, when I am around,
With everyone happy and sound,
I fear becoming lonely.
Being lonely is not less than any curse.
But I point out again,That becoming lonely is far more pain!
Knowledge was never to lose.
But relations regularly do.
Most deliberately, I suppose!
MN
Even botching the phantasm
Of the detrimental world.
No mare faith is left.No more confidence either.
For the world has so done
A big contravene.
Now, by being defiant and lenient,
Bring back to me, the reminiscence
Of being banal.
It is now onerously hard
To safeguard from the fierce
Upcoming ambush!
For the rage has grownTaking the form
Of revenge and vengeance.
No more deception
Of the deceived judicature
I profess!
I was no opaque
And have no nothing left to solicit,
Except to profane.
MN
Nobody knows how its like-
To look at each second;
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To look at each second;
Almost waging a war!
Deepening the deadly scar!
It was time, when I stared at it.Used to regret, for wasting much of it in the past.
But now, watching it alone I sit,
Trying to make it count. And now at last
I have failed to know,
The actual purpose of life. I requestioned-
Was it to live?
I guess it isnt. now, questions remained.Many are answerless.
Most unanswerable.
It is more; to attempt- I guess.
Everyone tried to attempt the feeble.
But mine was an endless one!
Where one question was replied,Another rose; to be solved by none!
Empowering the problems supplied.
And again I feel;
It is not about just to live.
It is a way; in reality.
Now that, I knew,
I have achieved tooFurther, left with no time to turn over.
I believe, I may turn out again soon
Only with a known attempt this time!
MN
An endless attempt
All the time, I have spent;I had been looking at the hands of clock.
Thinkinghow fast all the years went.
I heard nothing except tick and tock!
Always turned back into my life.
To check what I have done so far.
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About Poet
Date of Birth : 19`05`1975
Mother : Karasala Rosamma
Father : Munnangi Ankamma
Address : Vasantha Nagar, Firangipuram
Guntur District ` 522 529
Qualification : M.A. English, B.Ed..Qualified APSET Literature
UGC NET
Profession : Teacher
Hobby : Reading, Writing,
Listening to Music
Interest : Working for socialtransformation
Books Published : 1. Gaddipulu Garjistai !
Telugu Collection of
Poems 2014
2. Musings of a Daughter & Dad,
An English Anthology
with daughter ArundhathiAddress : Munnangi Madhubabu
# 8-4-549/279
Netaji Nagar, Erragadda
Hyderabad- 500 018
Ph: 9848530432