meticulous planning
but the resuts
seem to be disastrous!

desireless
 human
a seedless
fruit....

cherry petals

strewn all over the land

spring moon sheen!

organic

form of love

testing and tasting
for purity !!

drenched fully

in the ocean of love

let me know

how to swim ashore?

publicly unfolding
the language of flowers
daffodils..

unfolding
the secrets of spring
daffodils.

folds  in
the crowds of clouds
solar eclipse..

science of love
 with sense of affection
a feel good factor.

in an untold pretext
how many folds
this love letter has?

untold life story
still be written
in fine print...

got entangled
some where
in the  cracking
wooden  bridge.
my hummings

massacre

 in and around..

every day
a dooms day

every beautifil thing
rests on lips of tulips.
spring blossoms

autumn trees
ready to shed their nudity
spring engagement..

cell phone sounds
my lone companion
in night columns---

twilight times
setting sun
weaves
clicking
 a selfie...

cell phone sounds
 my lone companion
in night times..

now nature
sings only
fragrant  songs.

egg hunt
all my fortunes
ransacked by ill fate..

ఆలసించిన ఆశాభంగమయేలావుంది

మన్నించండి నన్ను నేను ప్రశ్నించుకోవాల్సిన

సమయం చడీ,చప్పుడులేకుందా వస్తుందన్న భయం

నన్ను నిలునా వణికేలా చేస్తున్నది,క్షమించండి.

ఎప్పటికప్పుడు అనుకుంటూనే 

అనవసరంగా కాలయాపన చేస్తునట్లున్నాను

మూల్యాంకనం చేసుకునే ప్రక్రియ 

ప్రారంభించడం ఇప్పటికయినామేలని మనసు 

చెచిదగ్గర రొదపెడుతూనే వుంది.

పట్టించుకునే వ్యవధానం లేదని

పునశ్చరణచేసుకునే యోగాన్ని

వాయిదావేస్తూ వస్తున్నాను.

 ఇప్పుడిక ఆతరుణం ఆసన్నమయింది

తప్పించుకోజూడడం మహాపరాధమై నిలుస్తుంది.

ఇకపై లాభ నష్టాలను బేరీజువేసుకునే విధానం

దినచర్యగా చేసుకోవాలని గట్టిగా తీర్మానించుకున్నాను.

అంతరంగాన్ని అత్యవసరంగా శుద్ధిచేసుకునే ప్రక్రియను

ఈరోజే ప్రారంభించాలని పరమాత్ముని సాక్షిగా 

ప్రమాణం చేసి మరీ చెబుతున్నాను. మనసారా మన్నించండి.

యేరోజుకారోజు సాగరం తనలో పేరుకుపోయిన కల్మషాన్ని

నురగలుగక్కుతూ బయటకు కక్కేయడం గమనిస్తూనే వున్నాం గదా!!

ఎవరు ఈ కాలుష్యానికి  కారణమని

అంచనాలువేస్తూ,ప్రణాలికలురచి స్తూ   

కాలయాపనచేసిన దాఖలాలెప్పుడయినా

మీ కంటబడిన జ్ఞాపకముంటే చెప్పండి.

తరూ సమూహాన్ని గమనించారుగా!!

వసంతంలో వెల్లివిరిసిన హరితపత్రాలను

రంగూ రుచీ వాసనలో వైవిధ్యం వచ్చిచేరిందని

శిశిరం వచ్చేసరికి బరువును దించుకోవాలన్న 

తలంపుతో. శీఘ్రంగా వదిలించుకోవడంలో

నిమగ్నమయిన సంఘటనలెన్ని చూడలేదుమనం?

మళ్ళీ ఆ తరుసమూహమే నవనవోన్మేషంగా 

కనులకు విందు గావించడం మనకు కొత్తయితే కాదుగా !!

ఆలస్య మయితే  ఇక అమృతంకూడా

 విషతుల్యమేమేనని తెలుసుకున్నాను

నన్ను నేను అంతరంగలోకి తొంగిచూసుకునే

 ప్రక్రియ  వెనువెంటనే ప్రారంభించాలి

వేసుకున్న  ప్రశ్నలకు సరయిన జవాబులు రాబట్టే దాకా 

సత్యశోధకుడినై సహకరిస్తూ ముo దుకు సాగిపోవాలి. 

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flying colors
one after another
groping!

she  and he
only one letter
differs ---
but the intimacy
unites--

she and he

only one letter

differs----

pockets

full of roses
spring garden.

why

so many colors

drop down

on my hair

on this festive day?

sipping green tea

my eyes turn

to the white beauty

settled down

on my bed side..

waiting to turn

to a full circle

i forgot

my life's story

in the midst .

dark diamonds

fully strewn

all over the floor

do they reflect

my unrealised dreams?

varying
degrees of happiness
the spring showers..

beginning
Struggles of an endless  love
the story of life.

story of her life
 correlating with mine
what a surprise?

maddening

moments of last over..

shrouded in suspense

the highlighting
the brightness of spring
the light blue iris!

intimacy
 as it is so tempting
 and teaching  too ..

greening
thee autumn  woods
spring showers.

colorless life

slowly slips into multi colors

festivity extended--

ginger tea
to where
all her sweetness
gone

cold tea

why it tastes so hot

indian summer.

a cyclone
arisen in tea cup
her abstinence ..

on  earthday..
clean air and clean water
make a wish--

clean air

and clean water

make a wish--

for earthday..

all the deforestation efforts
given a  short  break ..
earthday

entire tea garden
settles down in my cup
so fresh and so tasty
my joy
knew no bounds.

still hang on
withered woods
the last traces of winter.

bloomimg
from the mail box
a variety of spring flowers.

adapted

to the ginger tea

to forget

the sour past..

she adopted..

remembering her
once again
deepdown the heart
a  nut cracker
and an unworn silk saree 

evening tea time
the smiling sun
sits aside...

highlighting
the brightness of spring
blue iris flowers.

fragrant scents

from the burning candle

her sweet smiles..

filed

in the books of heart

a failed haiku

kissing each other

on the spring dawn

two butterflies..

no fresh flowers

stranded un sucked..

highlighting

the brightness of spring

the light blue iris.

high lighting

the beauty of spring

dandelions..

evaporating

hopes of the millions

summer gales.

circling

round and round the fish tank

these scavengers.

showering
smiles of the season
cherry blossoms..

every day

some thing new

spring equinox

---

in the race

of winning the hearts

i lost my soul--

festival of colors
how did I miss
to  make a note  on
rosy cheeks?

flying high

on sky wards

beauty of spring

smiling flowers
converse with spring
fragrantly--

flying far away
 from known me
the heart
on  some body's
unknown  wings.

spring nod

not from her

but from

the flower plant

behind her.

after all the hiccups

she keeps cool

on my love.

on my broom stick

four dead cockroaches

sprimg cleaning

lighting

the funeral pure

i burnt all my desires

she gazes

in opposite side

distorted love stream

hip hops
a butterfly
on spring lawn

spreading

fragrant scents

afresh and anew

'spring' flowers.

more howlers
than real buyers
village shandy..

chipmunks
criss crossing the lawn
spring dawn..

blooming

the hopes of spring

cherry blossoms..

floating

on river waters

fullmoon day.

softly tuned songs
from deep down the woods
the bird still unidentified

distinctive colors

mix and match

elevating

the rainbow steads

in life's columns

elevator

how many colors

mix and match.

waiting for none
it starts bloomimg
spring flower

resonating smiles

in the still pond

awakened Buddha.

smiling

in the still pond

meditating Buddha.

her photo
in the album
wet with my tear drops.

varying degrees

of emotional out burst

spring weather.

shadowing

on the marble floor

new off shoots.

her photo

in the album

wet with my tear drops.

show casing
the shadow of a tree
 marble floor.

unknown bird's song

heard from deep woods

a spring shoot!

waiting for none

it starts bloomimg

spring flower

fresh aroma
from neighbors
new devotees.?

physician poet

writes a haiku

as prescription.

a soft kiss
on her eye lids
changes her intentions
positively
in seconds.

breaking
the branches of the trees
the cyclone begins its disaster.

no blues at all in my heart
gone are the days we enjoyed
forget and forgive the lapses
we did commit if any in the process.

sleeping  nightlong on the grass bed
i travelled comfortably to the  heaven
along with my heart throb indeed!

my ears

stuck on window pane

sound of rain

in lake waters  
  staring  at thier own images
the clouds,hills and woods.

in lake waters
glancing at thier own images
the clouds,hills and woods.

regularly

irregular

my response to prompts..

last day's

unending squabble

untasted sweets---

residual

of last night's squable

reddened eyes..

spreading

beautyof spring

dandelions

hanging on 

two sides of the knife

 politics

putting an end to

sounding speculations

the streaming silence..

old forest temple
the branches nod their heads
and  weave as fans.

every beginning

meets others

beginnings

in whole

or in part.

in between you and me

the azure sky

sprinkles

showers of silence.

harsh words
exchanged in between
murky squabbles.

sprouting tulips
from the cracks of lawn
spring rings again

sprouting tulips
from the cracks of lawn
spring rings again

slowly

swimming in the lake flows

two practising ducklings.

silence
rules the roost
sitting Buddha smiles.

harsh words

exchanged in between

murky squabbles.

temple

at amountain's peak

inaccessible god--

golden sunrays
sprinkling some
spring shine on lawn

neither too hot
nor too cold
a warmer spring day.

Why this white rose
oozes pints of blood
is peace at stake?

neither a book of devotional hymns
nor a fully dedicated prayer book
it is age  old love poems.

butter flies strolling
in college campus
admissions over -------

The angel of my life  unperturbed
 wandering in the deep woods alone
to hail  or  assail,   upto you.

oscilating in the air of wilderness
 the candle light of my life
it flutters like a wierd leaf

shadowing
on a naked tree
winter twilight.

blowing very hot and cold unilaterally
 spring winds usher in  through windows
disturbing my serene columns of life 

hierarchy

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is it to you?

or squarely to me.

nothing matters much.

who cares at all

your ancestry

or say hierarchy.

when i want you

shrewdly in to to!

off and on

some green patches

fly high in colors

the lawn now

sings spring tunes

Are you
 the same  stunning beautiful angel
described
many a time  by poets.
they eulogize
 your astounding
portrait in very many  words.?

early dawn

the birds songs

rush

through my ears

in no time