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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

You spit upon me..

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.
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I served you for the ages in many ways

While you inhumanly humiliated me always You imposed upon me crude rules and forced untouchability 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 plight I 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 discrimination Thats why I am always my mothers party Forgive me mom For my patriarchal hegemony

Forgive me mother
For Ive not understood you so far Mom, Ive understood lately Without whom I am no more Labour pains you bore Strain 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

Please, forgive me mom

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Solitude
Its a boon in disguise Spending time with one-self A contemplation of many aspects Offers a vision and mission A wise escape From hypocritical society A way to introspection To locate errors An inner journey in to ones self To 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

Let Her be Beside Me

Who 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 is not a bane

By Gods grace, I too have a wife

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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 unbiased But 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
But always practice ostracism

You speak a lot about equality

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 days My 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 land But in a humanistic vast land Dreams may come true. Joy , joy & joy forever. Peace , peace & peace forever.

A New Dawn : From Waste Land To Vast Land

Being a fanatic of novelty and modernity I ran in life after illusions and imaginations Wandering 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

Life is low and prosaic

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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 civilisation Culture, language and script My land was robbed Rooted out from my ethnicity I was displaced and enslaved

Dispossessed
Of 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

I was the inventor

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 home Without any possessions Nothing is my own I lost my self I am dispossessed

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Creative battle
ife begins with the battle of baby L To come out from the womb of mother After arrival on to the earth Again battle continues to adjust the new environment Battle 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

Retribution
Exploiting my labour Demolishing my culture Destroying my language You molested my children Seduced my women When I protested

Grabbing my land

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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 brutally Tribulation 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 death Yes, in the great Land of Vedas Is retribution always For me only?

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Standing on a hill in the forest It is full of tall trees, plants
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When I look around

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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 offering Breast milk to her infant My mother gave breast milk When I was a child While the forest offers me Oxygen throughout life Thus I am her beloved son Mine is birth relation with her Ive learnt dancing naturally From the dancing branches From the leaping and running

Rabbits, deers and peacock Who dances on seeing the rainbow In the home of the great forest Flying of different birds As high as sky Raven, halcyon, grackle Falcon, eagle, cuckoo Bat, snipe, lap wing Weaver bird, red breast Plower, Patridge revealed me The true meaning of Freedom All those infinite And diverse sounds Bird twitters, bear growls Black bird whistles Elephant trumpets Fox howls, bee hums Magpie chatters, lion roars Snake hisses, sparrow chirps Vulture screams. Create a synchronised symphony A 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
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Found the secret of musical tones Now singing is song of freedom However I am living myself In the lap of the forest Eating 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 wealth Beyond all, ecological equilibrium Yet, you betrayed her Stabbing on the breast of mother You may regard me savage But Ive compassion for the beasts Trees, 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

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 kids Yet there is a limit for patience Betrayal and exploitation Have never been excused Fury of the forest Causes calamities, floods Droughts 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 creator You, the bloody capitalists Of multinational companies And the cruel politicos Who support them for corruption Beware! and get out of the forest Else the wrath of the forest Cant be controlled by any!

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Banished dream
Multiple in form I have been alien In my indigenous land Even dreams are banished

An unseen discrimination

The wealth is created by me But I am starved An untouchable in native land Robbed of my art Suppressed my culture Thoughts too banished Killing ruthlessly Whenever I express freedom and protest Is this country A concentration camp for me?

Marginalised
Of course, a human being With flesh and blood
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Who am I?

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But without dignity An outcaste and neglected I cultivated the lands With my sweat and blood Nonetheless, I Have 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, alienated Without 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 inequalities Injustice and exploitation Nothing substantial is achieved As an activist I float in the stream Of humiliations and atrocities My 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 justice To cleanse the dirt of caste And all social evils From this superstitious land The warrior comes out From the crusts of the earth Like 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
A 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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When I tried to write

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We Shall Overcome
et down of the throne G For you dont know how to love people So you never know how to rule You divided people into Varnas Suppressed women inferior My rights were oppressed in your regime Poured mica into my ears For listening to Vedas You cut my tongue For pronouncing some unknown language Legendary Dravidian emperors Bali and Shibi ruled people With love and concern They sacrificed everything For the sake of people and principle Imagine the reign of emperor Ashoka I want to establish the same now You may not get down of the throne now Equal opportunity is essential and inevitable Finally, I will overcome one day! And future is mine ever and forever!!

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

For I lost my identity I want to assert myself

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Mine is a burning heart

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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 ceases I will become a dead wood When I lost burning In my heart of hearts For the loving hearts For the suppressed and depressed For the emancipation To wipe out their fears and tears For something novelty Then I am really dead Dead forever and ever.

Casteless people
At the end of our names For we are low caste people They reveal social status By showing their caste after their names With 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
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We dont have caste name

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While we never have Mister or mistress before our names We, working class people Are called inferior With our caste names Hey Madiga, hey Mala Mahar, Chamar, Mangali Kammari, kummari It is the question of 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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of Arundhathi

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Nest of a Bird
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.

Every bird has to leave the nest;

A New Beginning
If the day ends, Its just the end of an inning. But again it tends, To begin another morning.

Every day is a new beginning.

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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Reflection of True Image

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.

Theres always an absolute, shiny mirror.

A Beautiful Day
Not because of the climate or the season.

The day is so beautiful, there ought to be a reason.

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.

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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.

Hope
Many in reality to utilise, experience and achieve.

In life, Realisation often comes late. But comes when we need it the most. It is never too late, Actually, we do await!

Life provides us with many things.

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Milestones
And of all parts, theres nothing special to wonder.

When the rain starts, there often comes a thunder.

The flowers blossom, so along do their thorns. They together look awesome, when they are at a stage of 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 and difficult zones. This is an easy way, a short one. But the way has many stones lay, they are seen by none.

Finite-Infinite ness of Time

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.
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Present, Past, Future!

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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.

Departure of my heart
hen I came across the street of dreams I felt just like its heaven When I came across the street of sorrow I felt just like a dry leaf When 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 mistake Ive 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
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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.

The Fact is the Fate

Acceptance is our only mate.

The fact is the fate.

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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.

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Which has only money and budget.

Economics is a boring subject,

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Man is made of thoughts. If thoughts are made good, Man becomes good and vice-versa.

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My Heartbeat goes away

saw you for the first time When I was so sad I had no one left in my life When I found you I thought that Nobody lies to me Everyones friend of mine But I was wrong Now, nobody stays with me And Im all alone In this huge world My heartbeat goes away X3 When 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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Every time I think of you My heartbeat goes away X3 When I see you in front of my eyes I always do feel What 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 love But 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
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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.

Words speak louder than Actions

Only among humans, as we are blessed to express.

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.
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Arguments! They start with the strike of thoughts.

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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.

Modern man- still ancient

There are three- ancient, medieval and modern ages.
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Turning back the pages of history,

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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.

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.

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Dreams come true

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.

Dreams come true sometimes.

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!

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Thought
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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Life is a complex material.

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.
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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,

The Rain
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,

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.
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The cable came dizzy, as it was cloudy outside.

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And see what you have lacked. It was funny though! As someone was sitting behind me.

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,

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.

There was time when comparison,

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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!
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Waiting for freedom

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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Journey
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.

During the changes of earth,

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 !

Disguised
Smiling and laughing, having fun. Their lips widen and face charming,
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We see people around,

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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.

Conflict of head and heart

Things roam in my heart. Some lie deep down. Some outburst frequently. Those, which come out, From deep layers, have,
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A conflict of head and heart. 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

Things remained
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,
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Time passed by,

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And some were neglected. 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; that We 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!

Weaker than the vanished

I found myself; At the least stage Of acquiring it.

Everytime I strove for growth,

Everystep I took Towards enlightenment,

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I found myself; 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!

The beautiful sunset

If only they are tested Who are strong? Or else, those who are to be strong?
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I have always wondered

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And I see that 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 ahead Like the ever rising sun. But now, we have to enjoy, I say, The beautiful sunset.

Untrodden destination
Trying to make it clear I 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.
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Finding an untrodden destination,

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Long after a thorough grope. 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 hard It 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 destination Realizing 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!

Rising ember
And 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

We many a times forgive

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And igniting the anguish. 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 grown Taking 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.

From losing to becoming lonely

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!

I was never a loser.

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An endless attempt
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.

All the time, I have spent;

Nobody knows how its likeTo 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 requestionedWas 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 too Further, left with no time to turn over. I believe, I may turn out again soon Only with a known attempt this time!

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About Poet
Date of Birth Mother Father Address Qualification : : : : : 19`05`1975 Karasala Rosamma Munnangi Ankamma Vasantha Nagar, Firangipuram Guntur District ` 522 529 M.A. English, B.Ed.. Qualified APSET Literature UGC NET Teacher Reading, Writing, Listening to Music Working for social transformation 1. Gaddipulu Garjistai ! Telugu Collection of Poems 2014 2. Musings of a Daughter & Dad, An English Anthology with daughter Arundhathi Munnangi Madhubabu # 8-4-549/279 Netaji Nagar, Erragadda Hyderabad- 500 018 Ph: 9848530432

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