వాకిలి » Swatee Sripada

The supremacy or infinite

వాకిలి — Sun, 01 Mar 2015 14:56:37 +0000

To the creator
To the inseparable fondness
To the movement of the universe
Woman is the basis

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Mother! O mother
Aren’t you bringing me up pouring life of light in the darkness?

Why nobody could see this trial of yours streaming the resplendency and movement into me?
Why can’t I listen if they comprehend it?
O., not only me in your tummy you too on the land remained in darkness know?
Darkness! Darkness …..
Mother, what is darkness?
Is it the inability to see? Is it scary dark colour?
Is it a thought? Then, I too am in darkness you know?
This darkness is pleasant and liberal …
How
many darkness’s around you residing in the world of light?
Darkness that slashes the feet
Darkness that kills the hopes
Darkness that shatters the life
Darkness of the strong

All the darkness’s

Placed dare lights of yours in the darkness know?
Do you think how do I know this?
Boiling blood and beating heart of yours
Revealed them to me.
Stumbling and faltering
You tried to expand to the hilt
Your hopes huddled close in you
But
Mother the darkness around you
Obstructed you
Obv fem : what are you doing? They are your brother’s shoes …take them off… like a male girl what are those games? Keep the bat aside, go inside
You tried to run on the toe tips with which you crawled and stood up
I love your trial to mold into a fact the courage that remained as a shade
Obv: where are you going at this hour? What is that dress?
To whom you wanted to show? Go inside, keep the phone off from your hand
I like your walk so much
Hiding the wounds of generations
Pasting smiles on faces
That searches life in death
Obv m: shut up
Where are you going?
Pregnancy confirmed it seems
A girl child
Go for an abortion tomorrow
F: can’t you listen what my son says
We never had in our homes
A girl child
Go and have an abortion
M: kill you if you say a word
Don’t you know what your husband likes?
Break your teeth
Darkness on infancy
Obv: please teacher
Don’t squeeze my cheeks teacher
It’s painful
I’ll go back to my home
What are you doing?
Leave me teacher please …
Darkness on adolescence
Obv: eh, come here
Super figure
Eh would you love me or not
Let us celebrate
If not I‘ll throw acid
Come on
Let us all enjoy come friends
Darkness on old age
Obv: what a hell with this oldy
Take her and throw her in an old age home
Let her die, no botheration at all
How many dark atrocities on you all
Why do we have darkness?
Why to have the obstructing darkness at all
How long more
These dark wars with darkness

The moment when it is known
That I am in your tummy
To break me off
Isn’t it a dark trial mother?

Stop it somehow mother
I’ll be with you
You are not alone
We are two
Let me come
Transforming your praying hands
In to fists of revolt
Mothers … their mothers… their grandmothers..
The bravery they left in the river of life
Filling it in my blood given by you
I am coming with
Filling my breathe
All your emotions which
Never emerged from your throat
Your individualities hanged by
Threads
I am coming
All your suppressed hopes
Your ended up intentions
Preserving them in my heart
I am coming
Flowing in every blood vessel
I am coming

As the truth you imagine
The aim you all wished
I am coming
As tomorrows era
As a supreme power
I am coming
Mother
You are delivering the east
Your dreams as my facts I rise
I move on with the rays of revolt
I am coming as the supreme power

The village is small

వాకిలి — Wed, 31 Dec 2014 22:56:01 +0000

The village is small; its history is great
The ooze of water might be small but the tank is vast
The age of this tree must be measured in lives
The shadows of it never wipes away to the wind

The severity of agony is unknown
to the measurement of square yards
The iron kites flying in the space
Can never see the row of ants
Times move here too
The run of river never appears on the surface
Fields are a fistful
But the yielded crop is immense
Walk is slow but the success achieved is tremendous

The cement on the soil covers the skin
And if we say that is the progress, how can it be?
Never measure the ratio of creation with dollars
The village is small but the breath is great
Sunrise is OLD but the STIMULUS is new

Original: N. Gopi (Telugu)
Translation: Swatee Sripada

Fourth face

వాకిలి — Thu, 18 Jul 2013 18:36:27 +0000

It is too difficult to extract the fourth face out
And ‘keep aside’ is it an easy task
To dig over the strings of pleasurable sadness
Entwined in the layers of brain
Now, it’s the time for me to don the fourth face
And dig myself deep and deep
And I have to fly skillfully
The dragonflies compressed in all the faces
This is a distant way to fill the various vacuums
Of life
Spreading the wounds filled with patience
It’s a boon that
All the rivers with in me
That split as rivulets and flow
Fallout as waterfalls
And tether the garlands of letters
Tying the past and present
Moving between in and out
To embalm all the abscesses every night
I wear a fourth face.
What is creation nothing but
Destructing myself
To cool down after burning as a flame
Taking out the blood and Filling the vessels
With life sap
And to spread the wet-wet letters
On the stone of life for drying
Creation is nothing but
The explosion of the volcanoes
From the days when we hide
Hide and seek in geometry boxes
Till this moment ‘
As we disconnect all the natural affections
Every truce that I make with my self
I will secure them in letters
I will drain all the seven notes of touch
Into the voice
That tuned silent impassionate songs
I stick the bright plants
On wet lands of dreams
Crossing as many dark rivers as I could
When the mind became a tumult
And the commotion matures as poetry
I’ll invite the blue winged sleep
Before the eyelids close completely
The sun opens his eyes
The face of my kitchen invites me
It will be delayed to don the
Face of the office
Every minute I erupt out as time
I am a distressed one in all other three faces
But a triumph only in the forth face.

(Destructing is coined as an antonym of constructing)

Original: V. Pratima (Telugu – Naalugo moham)
Translation: Swatee Sripada

At daybreak

వాకిలి — Thu, 09 May 2013 20:48:59 +0000

At daybreak every day
I shall turn myself into a verdant banyan;
To witness a half-baked dawn
Still drenched in ocean vapors taken in bit by bit,
And smeared in dust rubbed off from a dream world
Secreting as nectar flowing in an eternal brook.

In the bush, the baby cuckoos
At their peek-a-boos,
Look as if they were crescent’s darker offspring;
Compete they with one another
Honing up their melodies and setting the tunes,
To deliver some hushed songs that echo everywhere.

I happen to be spring fertile;
And so I don’t care for the cold winters,
Those stalk me with their hoods up;
Neither do I for the new moons,
Those encircle me with their dark barricades.
Also I happen to be the Wishing Tree from Paradise,
And a full moon that never wanes;
Finally a song that captivates the universe!

Original: Swatee Sripada (Telugu)
Translated By: Seshu Chamarty

Awaiting

వాకిలి — Thu, 28 Mar 2013 16:29:30 +0000

Thought of you
Quickens the heart and makes it run
Throwing baits of our old traces
Lost somewhere in green pastures

A longing of you
Sways the swing of desires
To the edges of pleasant trills of
My heart’s rhythm
Singing a tune in memories

An idea about you
Swells the buds of folded memories
To bloom and drizzles
Experience as a sprinkle of the petals

The hope of your arrival
Drowns my mind sleeping as a placid blue ocean
In the floods of tantalizing desires

See here
Awaiting for you
In the shades of memories left by the time
I could not hear the inception of old age
Your love become an inspiration
Your memory as life
Your news as a fondle and lull
My heart that anguishes for you in its every throbbing
Still I blow on the breathe of final hopes

Original: Ravi Verelly (Telugu: eduru choopu)
Translated By: Swatee Sripada

Germinating a heart is pending

వాకిలి — Thu, 14 Mar 2013 16:15:11 +0000

Here only a silent song was knocked down from the edges of the heart
For the roar of storms created amid the breath and breath
The broken affections were scattered
Here only

To give life to life as a life
Sacrificing the dreams of life
Donning head to toe the moments of sparkling fire
To blaze each second as a torch
Sprouted here only
Turning wave lung into a flute
At early dawn
For the broken cord
Holding in fist
The melting heart
Making a hole to the inside heart
Vanishing the swelling grief
Carried the sky on the head
Here only

For the red brightness of duty
Keeping the eyeballs in a nut crusher
Cutting them as beetle nuts
In between the visions
Carving the designs of hopes
Molding eyelashes butterflies as wings
Hoisted them in the wind of aspirations
Here only

Carrying the wounds
From the faltering steps
The entire body cracked and
On The path that goes on like
Knotting of the bowels exiting
From the gaps of neck
Time became a Lapwing bird here

The dream shattered and the wheel of time
Became frigid here only

For the very existence of dawns and dusks
Thundering as a thunder and glistening as lightening
The halter tightened here only

The wind had a wound here only
The heart had a cut here only
Now
Burying the eyes
Germinating a heart is needed arranging the cut wounds
A new song should be sung
From the bed of silent flow
Like another wave rising up to fall is remaining
We with in us like thousands of we have to spread
Becoming the breath and console
Stream as a oozing water source is yet there

Original: Cheman (Telugu, Hrudayam Molakettalsi UmDI, Anthology: KALALA EDAARI MADHYANA)
Translated By: Swatee Sripada

Our unfortunate land

వాకిలి — Thu, 07 Mar 2013 20:09:34 +0000

Our country India, the unfortunate land
‘He is doing this and he makes us do this’
With this idea people of this land
Live sans mightiness sans brightness-this land
Makes the people linger around them like mad dogs
It’s a holy land of currency notes

Yes! These People with hands and legs lymph and blood
Provocation and indignation, honor and virility
Why do they live like wooden toys and useless dolls?
Because our country India, is the unfortunate land
Our country, India is a country with hundreds, thousands
And lakhs of herds of sheep
Though heard as if unheard; though seen as if unseen;
Though had a mouth which could not speak
In houses and palaces: in mahals and temples
In nests and huts; wherever is possible
The legs are used to runaway to escape
The hands, used only to fold in respect
But never knew to raise the fist

Except whimpering
The eyes could never turn red to drop embers
The veins could never flow indignation except cowardice
With spinal cards that never support standing straight
The motherland moving with crores of cadavers

When it is going to dawn
Kicking away the sleep
Washing and wiping the skin superficially
Gluing plastic smiles on the flowers
Suppressing and stamping the voices of your hearts
If someone spits on you, wiping it off
Throwing a smile, having a peg
Retreat to your home and rush into the covering sheet
Give birth to worms like you and grow them
Your lives are the lives of mites that die every moment
Why do you have any shame or why do you have modesty?
For you all to sell the chastity to live
Why do you have a life span of a century?

To carry you on it
The land shivers and quivers at every second
What is the history of any party?
Let any government come, what happens?
The wretched that could not get a share,
The muddleheaded, change two parties a day
One leader will do rigging, the cadre votes;
Chide, compel and ask the leaders standing on the seat
How many votes are there from your area?
How many votes in fact you get here?
Ballets without even twenty percent
Are you not ashamed to ascend the seat?
Winning and changing colours and turning into vultures
Tearing and eating do you have any sense?

Why don’t you throw down these day burglars?
If we have any dignity
Immediately, this very moment pour petrol
And burn the system
The country should be a message to the forth coming nation
If we can’t save immediately
The tomorrow’s nation
Our continent would turn sterile
Every organ will be auctioned on the road
We have to get a turning to the country here
We should show a path to this kingdom here
Only one always runs the war
Success comes when one sacrifices the life

Breaking a tether on the neck of the mother earth
Wiping the tears of my mother India
Lighting the suns in the eyes of my nation
A new heaven I’ll create
I’ll save my culture once again
I’ll achieve new world
I’ll keep up the real living
I’ll make the blood flag to win

Telugu: Suddala Ashok Teja (Poem: KARMA BHOOMI, Anthology : NELAMMA NELAMMA)
Translated By: Swatee Sripada