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Monday, September 14, 2015

Restless Solace


The poems knocked on his door
urging him to come out,
to meet and greet,
the arrival of spring.

Slowly, opening the door,
searching for the caller,
he saw, separating him and the mountains,
was a mist of spring dust.

He spent the day walking
in and out of the house,
again and again, lost in thought,
unmindful of the drizzling rain.

Uncaring about his duties,
he walked all over the place
restless, yearning for solace.
Why, I asked him,

See the birds, he said,
chirping and flying, from tree to tree,
in search of peaceful spring,
just like me!!!


Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu

Friday, September 11, 2015

The Mystic Slab


Anyhow! The spring has arrived,
settled, the cuckoo is asleep,
uncaring, on a lazy afternoon.

Among the roads, the bridges,
the buildings, clustered in the city,
I noticed a lost ancient country.

In the spill of glorious sunlight,
I slowly began recognizing,
the secret mystic slab I own.

Taking help of a worn-out map,
I began my lonely adventure,
to search for the treasure, unwanted.

Free Translation of a Telugu poem by Sri Vadrevu Ch Veerabhadrudu