musings of a daughter and dad- english poetry ebook

8/13/2019 Musings of a daughter and dad- english poetry ebook

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Madhubabu

Musings...

of Madhu Babu


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Madhubabu

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.

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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

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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?

MN


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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!

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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.

MN

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.

MN

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.

MN


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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



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



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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.

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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.

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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,

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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,

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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,

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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

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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

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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.

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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

musings of a daughter and dad- english poetry ebook

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