Govt Girijan hostel programme on 20-06-2013

మన పురాణాలు ,ఇతిహాసాలు ,మహాత్ముల జీవితాలు అధ్యయనమే అన్ని నైతిక విలువలను నేర్పుతుందని ఆమంచెర్ల జిల్లా పరిషత్ ఉన్నత పాథశాల తెలుగు ఉపాధ్యాయురాలు ,కవయిత్రి పెరుగు సుజనారామం తెల్పారు. స్థానిక దర్గామిట్ట లోని ప్రభుత్వ గిరిజన బాలికల వసతి గృహంలోగురు వారం సాయంత్రం ఏర్పాటు చేసిన సభకు ముఖ్య అతిధి గా హాజారైన ఆమె బాలికలకు స్ఫూర్తి నిచ్చే పలు అంశాలు ప్రస్థావించారు. ముఖ్యంగా బాలికా విద్య ప్రారంభించిన సావిత్రి భాయి ఫులే ను పిల్లలకు గుర్తు చెసారు. ఖాళీ సమయంలో తాను తరచు ఇక్కడ పదవ తరగతి బాలికలకు తెలుగు మరియు ఇతరులకు అందరికీ నైతిక విలువలు తెల్పే మంచి కథలు చెపుతానని వాగ్దానం చెసారు. సభకు అధ్యక్షత వహించిన ప్రముఖ కవి పెరుగు రామకృష్ణ ఇటీవల తాను రాసిన పిల్లల నవలిక హృదయ బంధం పిల్లలకు పరిచయం చేసి పొరుగు వారి పట్ల ,పొరుగు దేశాల పట్ల స్నేహ భావం కలిగి వుండాలన్నారు .. వసతి గృహ వార్డెన్ బేబీ విద్య సంవచరం ప్రారంభంలోనే పిల్లలకు ఇలాంటి మంచి విషయాలు చెప్పినందుకు ధన్య వాదాలు తెల్పరు. సహృదయ సంస్థ అధ్యక్షలు సనత్ కుమార్,కార్యదర్శి వెంకటేశ్వర్లు ప్రసంగించారు అనంతరం బాలికలు జానపద గీతాలు ఆలపించారు.

నెల నెలా వెన్నెల వార్త -16-06-2013

తెలుగు నాటకరంగంలో నేల్లూరీయులైన వేదం వెంట్రాయ శాస్త్రి నాటక రచనలో పాత్రోచిత సంభాషణలు
ప్రవేశ పెట్టిన ఆద్యులు అని ,ఆయన గ్రాంధిక భాషావాది అయినప్పటికీ నాటకంలో పాత్రల నేపథ్యానికి
అనుగుణంగా భాష ఉండటం వల్ల ప్రతాపరుద్రీయం నాటకం విశేష ప్రజాదరణ పొందిందని ప్రముఖ నాటకరంగ విశ్లేషకులు సాహితీ వేత్త డాక్టర్ కడియాల రామోహనరాయ్ పెర్కొన్నరు. స్థానిక ప్రభుత్వ సంగీత కళాశాల లో జరిగిన నెల నెలా వెన్నెల పదిహేడవ కార్యక్రమంలో ఆయన ముఖ్య అతిధిగా పాల్గొని ప్రసంగించారు. 

నూట యాభై ఏళ్ళ తెలుగు నాటక రంగం పై మొదటి వందేళ్ళ గురించి సూక్ష్మంగా, తరువాతి యాభై ఏళ్ళ గురించి విపులంగా ప్రస్థావించారు. తెలుగు నాటక రంగంకు నూతన దశ దిశా నిర్దేశించటంలో ఇద్దరు ప్రముఖులు రాజమన్నార్ ,బళ్ళారి రాఘవ ల పాత్ర ప్రముఖమయినది అన్నారు. కందుకూరి వీరేశలింగం రాసిన తొలి వీధి నాటకంతో మొదలై ఇప్పటికి సుమారు పదివేలకు పైగా నాటకాలు, నాటికలు వచ్చాయన్నారు నేల్లూరీయులైన ఆత్రేయ రాసిన యన్ జి ఓ నాటకం వైవిధ్య భరితం అన్నారు. ప్రస్తుతం గత యాభై ఏళ్ళ తెలుగు నాటక వికాసం -సమాజం పై ప్రభావం అన్న అంశంపై కేంద్ర ప్రభుత్వ యుజిసి సంస్థకు చేస్తున్న సమగ్ర పరిశోధనకు ఆయన భాద్యత వహిస్తున్నట్లు తెల్పారు. అంతకు ముందు సభాధ్యక్షులు అల్లు భాస్కర్ రెడ్డి గారు నాటకం జన బాహుళ్యం లోకి సందేశాలను తీసుకెళ్ళే శక్తి వంతమయిన ప్రక్రియ అన్నారు, తెలుగు నాటక రంగానికి సురభి కళాకారుల సేవలు శ్లాగనీయమయినవి అన్నరు. రామకృష్ణ సేవాసమితి అధ్యక్షులు డాక్టర్ మోహన్ రాజు ప్రసంగిస్తూ ఆధ్యాత్మిక వాంగ్ మయాన్ని ప్రచారం చేయాలో తెలుగు నాటకం కీలక పాత్ర వహిందని గుర్తు చెసారు. అంతకు ముందు ప్రముఖ కవి పెరుగు రామకృష్ణ ముఖ్య అతిధిని సభకు సమగ్రంగా పరిచయం చెసారు. అనంతరం డాక్టర్ కడియాల రామ్ మోహన్ రాయ్ దంపతులను ప్రభాకర్ రెడ్డి దంపతులు ఘనగా సథ్కరించారు. డాక్టర్ కరిమద్దిల నరసింహా రెడ్డి,బాలభవన్ డైరెక్టర్ సుభద్రాదేవి, కవయిత్రులు అనురాధా రామకృష్ణ ,పెరుగు సుజనారామం, శిరీష ,జగదీశ్ ,రవి, కృష్ణ మరియు సాయిసదన్ సత్సంగ సభ్యులు పాల్గొన్నరు.

మనసులు పంచుకోవడమే కవిత్వం

ఇండియా, పాకిస్థాన్‌, శ్రీలంక, బంగ్లాదేశ్‌, భూటాన్‌, అఫ్ఘానిస్తాన్‌, మాల్దీవులు, నేపా- ఎనిమిది (‘సార్క్‌’) దేశాలు)అధీకృత శిఖరాగ్ర సాంస్కృతిక వ్యవస్థ ‘ఫౌండేషన్‌ ఆఫ్‌ సార్క్‌ రైటర్స్‌ అండ్‌ లిటరేచర్‌’ తన 34వ విస్తృత అంతర్జాతీయ సాంస్కృతిక సాహిత్య కార్యక్రమాన్ని ఈ నెల.. అంటే మార్చి 16,17,18,19 తేదీలలో ‘లక్నో’లో నిర్వహిస్తోంది.

8 సార్క్‌దేశాల రచయితలు, కవులు, కళాకారులు, పాత్రికేయులు, మీడియా ప్రముఖులు పాల్గొనబోయే నాలుగు రోజుల ఈ శిఖరాగ్ర సదస్సులో దక్షిణాసియా దేశాల మధ్య మానవీయ ప్రాతిపదికన సామాజిక విలువల పునరుద్ధరణ, పర్యావరణ జీవావరణ రంగాల పరిరక్షణ, కాలుష్య నివారణ, నియంత్రణ పరిశ్రమల విస్తరణతో ధ్వంసమౌతున్న పర్యావరణ సమతుల్యత, ఈ భూగ్రహంపై దీర్ఘకాలిక సౌభాగ్య వాతావరణ పరిరక్షణకై అత్యవసర చర్యలు.. వంటి అనేక కీలక అంశాలపై అధ్యయనం, చర్చ, సమాలోచనలు జరిపి సార్క్‌ దేశాల అధినేతలకు తగు సూచనలను, సలహాలను అందజేసే బుద్ధి జీవుల సంగోష్ఠిగా ఈ శిఖరాగ్ర సదస్సును ఏర్పాటు చేస్తున్నట్టు ‘పోస్వాల్‌’ అధ్యక్షురాలు పద్మశ్రీ అజిత్‌ కౌర్‌ తెలిపారు.

ఈ సాహిత్య ఉత్సవ ప్రధాన చర్చాంశం ‘అవర్‌ఎర్త్‌- అవర్‌ ఓన్లీ హోమ్‌’. దాదాపు వందకు పైగా ప్రఖ్యాత రచయితలు, వివిధ సామాజికరంగాలకు చెందిన ప్రముఖులు ఈ సదస్సులో చర్చల్లో పాలుపంచుకుని సంపన్నం చేయనున్నారు.‘సార్క్‌’ దేశాల ఐక్య సంఘటన ఏర్పడిన తర్వాత సభ్యదేశాల మధ్య ప్రజలు, సమాజాల మధ్య సౌభ్రాతృత్వంతో నిండిన సాంస్కృతిక, సామాజిక, నాగరికతా సంబంధమైన పురాతన వారసత్వ వినిమయ లక్ష్యంతో ఒక శిఖరాగ్ర అంతర్జాతీయ వేదికనొక దానిని ఏర్పర్చేందుకు మేధోజీవులు కృషి చేస్తూ వచ్చారు.

ఆ ప్రయత్నాల ఫలితంగా 1984లో ఒక ప్రభుత్వేర సామాజిక సంస్థగా ‘ఫౌండేషన్‌ ఆఫ్‌ సార్క్‌ రైటర్స్‌ అండ్‌ లిటరేచర్‌’ ఏర్పడింది. దీనికి ప్రముఖ సాహిత్యకారుడు కుష్వంత్‌ సింగ్‌ చైర్మన్‌గా, ప్రముఖ పరిశోధకురాలు, రచయిత్రి అజిత్‌ కౌర్‌ అధ్యక్షురాలిగా వివిధ దేశాలకు చెందిన 98 మంది పాలకమండలి సభ్యులుగా నాయకత్వం ఏర్పడింది. అందువల్ల భారత పాకిస్థాన్‌ విభజనానంతరం మొట్టమొదటి సారి 1987లో మొదటి ‘పాకిస్థానీ మేధోజీవుల బృందం’ భారత నేలపై కాలుమోప గలిగింది.

తర్వాత్తర్వాత భారత రచయితల బృందం కూడా 2011లో పాకిస్థాన్‌ను సందర్శించి మనుషుల మధ్య మానవకృత భౌగోళిక సరిహద్దులను ధ్వసించగల్గిన ఒక హృదయపరిమళ పరస్పరాస్వాదనను సాధ్యపర్చగల్గింది. ఆ తర్వాత వివిధ దేశాల భూభాగాలపై పదుల సంఖ్యలో జరిగిన సాహిత్య, సాంస్కృతిక సమ్మేళనాలు ఈ 8 మిత్ర దేశాల మధ్య గణనీయమైన స్థాయిలో సంగీత, సాహిత్య, ఇతర కళల ఆదాన ప్రదానాలతో కొత్త తలుపులను తెరిచి విస్తృతమౌతూ వస్తున్నాయి.

ఈ సాంస్కృతిక వేదిక నిర్వహణలో పాలుపంచుకుంటున్న కొందరు ప్రముఖులు డాక్టర్‌ అబిద్‌ హుస్సేన్‌, గుల్జార్‌, లలిత్‌ మాన్‌సింగ్‌, ఎ.బి. బర్దన్‌, సి.ఎం. ఒబెరాయ్‌, మహాశ్వేతాదేవి, సీతాకాంత్‌ మహాపాత్ర, ఎం.టి. వాసుదేవన్‌ నాయర్‌, ఇందిరా గోస్వామి, రమాకాంత్‌ రథ్‌, కె. సచ్చిదానందన్‌, అశోక్‌ వాజ్‌పాయ్‌ మొదలగువారు.2000లో ఖ్మండూలో జరిగిన ‘శిఖరాగ్ర సదస్సు’లో యుద్ధ క్షేత్రం నుండి వచ్చిన అఫ్ఘానిస్థాన్‌ సాహిత్య సైనికులు తమ పుష్తో, దరి భాషలో వినిపించిన యుద్ధసంక్షోభ విశ్లేషణాత్మక కవిత్వం, సాహిత్యం ఆనాటి సభికులను ఎంతో కలచి వేసింది. ప్రతి సంవత్సరం పద్మశ్రీ అజిత్‌ కౌర్‌ నేతృత్వంలో ఈ 8 సార్క్‌ దేశాల రచయితల కవుల కవితలతో, కథలతో, వ్యాసాలతో అంతర్జాతీయ ప్రమాణాలతో వెలువడ్తున్న పుస్తకాలు అనేకమంది విజ్ఞుల, విమర్శకుల ప్రశంసనలు పొందుతూనే ఉన్నాయి.

2010 మార్చి 26 నుండి 29 వరకు ఢిల్లీలో జరిగిన ‘సార్క్‌ శిఖరాగ్ర సదస్సు’ను ఫోస్వాల్‌, ‘ఇండియన్‌ కౌన్సిల్‌ ఫర్‌ కల్చరల్‌ రిలేషన్స్‌’ సంయుక్తంగా ఘనంగా నిర్వహించాయి. అప్పుడు తెలుగు నేలనుండి కవులు రామా చంద్రమౌళి, పెరుగు రామకృష్ణ భారత ప్రతినిధులుగా పాల్గొన్నారు. గుల్జార్‌ వంటి సృజనాత్మక కవి నుండి.. హమిద్‌ మీర్‌ (జి.ఇ.ఓ. టివి-పాకిస్థాన్‌) వంటి- కపిల్‌ వాత్సాయన్‌, మార్క్‌ టుల్లీవంటి మీడియా లెజెండ్స్‌తో కలిసి ప్రేరణ పొందడం మరువలేని ఒక అపూర్వానుభవమే. దాదాపు 130 మంది అప్పటి ఆ విశిష్ట సభల్లో పాల్గొన్నారు.

ఇప్పుడు ‘లక్నో’లో జరుగబోతున్న 34వ ‘సార్క్‌ సాహిత్య శిఖరాగ్ర సదస్సు’ మళ్ళీ పద్మశ్రీ అజిత్‌ కౌర్‌ సారథ్యంలో 8 దేశాల మధ్య వాత్సల్య పూరిత సాహిత్య సారస్వత సౌరభాన్ని విరజిమ్ముతుందని తప్పకుండా ఆశించవచ్చు.‘నీ చేతులతో ఈ భూమిని స్వీకరించు... ఎందుకంటే నీ ఆశలు, నీ దుఃఖం, నీ కాంక్షలు నీ జీవితం.. అన్నీ ఈ మట్టిలోనే క్షిప్తమై ఉన్నాయి’ అన్నాడు అశోక్‌ వాజ్‌పాయి ఆనాటి సభలో.. 2010లో. మనుషులు కలుసుకోవడం, మనుషులు మాట్లాడుకోవడం, మనుషులు హృదయాలను పంచుకోవడమే కదా కవిత్వమంటే!

KNOW YOUR AUTHOR-3 (SHERNAZ WADIA,PUNE)

1. First let me hear your introduction for our readers as poet when you born and where?
Tell about your parents..? And little about your family?

Well, I was born in Surat but did my schooling in St. Joseph’s E. T. High School, Valsad. After which I went to Wadia College in Pune.

My parents were wonderful people, as any offspring will say. They instilled extra-ordinary values in all of us (four sisters, one brother). They were way ahead of their times and I remember how they drilled the attitude of gratitude in us from a very young age. They were also environment conscious and right from the time we were very small we were taught to conserve water and electricity. Any wastage was reprimanded. At that time (half a century back) we used to think they were unnecessarily strict with us but today we are very proud of them and grateful to have been blessed with such great parents. They were both very fond of reading too. My maternal grandfather’s home always had lots of books and magazines. During school days my most favourite magazine was the Reader’s Digest and it has remained so till the present time.

My late husband was always very encouraging and supportive. I have two beautiful daughters.

2.Originally whats your profession..? Why you opted to connect your self with English Literature..?
Any deep reasons for it..? Anybody inspired you to take up poetry as hobby...?

I trained as a teacher but always had a deep love for English Literature and great respect for all languages. Unfortunately, due to familial circumstances, I could not attain my dream of getting a doctorate in English Literature.

3.When u started writing Poetry..? Where it got first published..? How was your feeling when you saw your
work in print..? To whom you showed it first..?

Incidentally, my first poem titled A Beggar was written in partnership with a class mate in school. She had written the poem to be published in the Silver Jubilee Commemorative Magazine of our school. She wanted me to help her improve it, so I helped her with a few rhymes and added a stanza. So she was the one who first inspired me.

Immature as the poem was, at that time it felt a great achievement to see it in the school magazine with our joint names.

After that my poems were first published in boloji.com as late as in 2000 and later in the print magazine Poets International brought out from Bangalore. Then there have been numerous websites and anthologies in which my poems have been published.

4.Whats your style of writing poetry..Like free verse/met verse or any others..?You are also Haiku Poet..
which u like most?

I mostly write free verse, but I have written rhyming verse, tried sonnets, a villanelle and experimented with other genres too. Yes, I have also worked with the Japanese forms where I have written more Tanka than Haiku and have been fortunate to see some of them published in prestigious online magazines.

There is also another innovative form of poetry that I write with Avril Meallem (Israel). It is a collaborative form that we have chosen to call Tapestry. I have immensely enjoyed this poetry in collaboration. It has been a great learning experience. More can be read about it at

http://museindia.com/viewarticle.asp?myr=2011&issid=39&id=2851
http://www.boloji.com/index.cfm?md=Content&sd=PoemArticle&PoemArticleID=70

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5. How many poems so far you have written ..Any publications till date.?

I honestly don’t know, but they aren’t that many. Not counting the Haiku and Tanka or the Tapestry poems, the number might be about 250 + poems.

Yes, I have just published my own book of poems titled “Whispers of the Soul”

6. I observed many of your poems are with the content of Environment conscious ...Any
reason behind this..?

. As I said earlier, preserving the environment, respecting nature, caring for Mother Earth, water and electricity conservation, were all part of our early training at home. Being a poet yourself, you will understand that one cannot remain oblivious to and silent about what is happening around one. A poet becomes almost duty-bound to write about issues at large. Silence is golden, but at times silence can be interpreted as a quiet nod to what is not acceptable for the good of this earth and society. Such silence can be dangerous. Certain issues need to be addressed honestly but without being judgmental.

7. Any of your writings are meant for specific sector in the society..Like Kids ,Women ,Any other..?

Well, I haven’t written much for kids, except for a few short stories, but yes women’s issues are very close to my heart and I have written about them. With all the strides society has made, emancipation for women has been only in certain pockets. A lot has changed for the better but far more needs to change. Some issues have only had a superficial face-lift but remain unchanged, discriminatory at the core. It is very sad that in many societies and cultures, women are still second class citizens, victims of physical, mental and emotional abuse.
I have also written a series of articles on Women Poet Saints of India.

8. Do you write only Poetry or Short Story, Novel Like..?
Not novels, but I have written some short stories and a few articles. Most of it has been published on boloji.com

9.What’s your achievement in the field of Poetry, Like awards rewards?
I cannot make a claim to many awards. My poems have won a few first prizes; also some honourable mentions. I also won a trophy in 2008 from Poets International for a paper I presented in the seminar held at Bangalore. It was on World Brotherhood, Love and Peace through Poetry. For me the greatest achievement is the encouragement and critical appreciation I have received from my dear fellow poets on MuseIndia.com and boloji.com. There are other web journals where I have posted my work And the greatest reward is a poem that touches a chord in the readers’ minds, making them a part of the journey of the poem.

10.Tell about your participation of National /International events in this field..?

So far I have attended the 2008 seminar at Bangalore and Hyderabad Literary Festival in 2010. In the same year there was a Haiku Meet held here in Pune which also I had attended.

11.Whats your latest writing project..? Describe it and when its going to be ready for our readers?

The latest project is a poetry book entitled “Tapestry”. Avril Meallem, my poetry partner and I have anthologised all our Tapestry poems in it. It is with the publishers currently and we hope it will be out in a few months time.

12.Any of your writings got translated in to other Indian/ International languages..?

A very few of my poems have been translated into Telugu.

13.What’s your favorite Print Journal ? Web journal..Why..?

I don’t have a favourite poetry print journal. Amongst web journals I like MuseIndia.com, which is a very comprehensive, informative and interesting literary magazine. Another one of my favourites naturally is boloji.com I got my first break through it and have also made great friends on both these sites. I cannot forget kritya.in for its fantastic content issue after issue.

14.Who is your favorite Poet ..? Which book inspired you a lot ? Have you edited any ..?

This is a very difficult question to answer. I have read so many wonderful poets; to pick out one as a favourite would be impossible. I love and have been influenced by so many
Rumi, Khalil Gibran, Rabindranath Tagore, Wordsworth, Emily Dickinson, Bob Dylan, Maya Angelou, Rainer Maria Rilke…I could go on endlessly.

Amongst the countless number of books I have read to date the most inspirational has to be Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach.

15.Do you have any life ambition to be achieved in this field..?
I have no ambitions as such. But I do have a hope, a wish, a prayer that somewhere, someone reading something I have written will find love, hope and courage. That others will find peace and joy through my words; then they will not have been written in vain.

Thank you very much for accepting to do this Interview..

I thank you for giving me this opportunity.

(As per the request of author no pics are placed..)

Sri Sri -Naanolu

ఎరుపు
గెలుపు
కలిస్తే
శ్రీ శ్రీ

గాయం

గేయమై
మెరిస్తే
శ్రీశ్రీ

పిడికిలి
శబ్దమై
విరిస్తే
శ్రీ శ్రీ

మట్టి
మనిషి
కదిల్తే
శ్రీ శ్రీ

That Song…

On ocean blues
straining the heart muscles
written was that song
jana gana mana

the thuds of falling corpses
when synchronized
with the tunes of aeolian harp
played by the cruel Lord of Death
written was that song
jana gana mana

when from the other shores of the Sindhu
to the Southern shores of the Kaveri
the waves flowed with rippling sounds
of unfailing harmony
written was that song
jana gana mana

that song makes me ecstatic
those unyielding tones of land
bring me back, palm-fulls
of those moment slided into
the time’s swirling currents
jana gana mana

let me adorn my Nation with that precious crown
let me abulate my people with that nectar
and let me sing aloud that anthem
on the heart of the world
to bring back the lost peace and harmony
jana gana mana…!

Original in Telugu:Perugu.Ramakrishna,India ©*
Translation:MVS Sathyanarayana,India*

Flemingo(long poem on Migrated Birds at Pulicat,Nelapattu of Nellore dist,AP,India)

1)
Time is infinite
Time is a canoe
Time is a winged dove
Time is desert silence
Time is the rumble of the oceans
Time is the showering rain droplet
It is the tremor of the heart
Time is the lingo of history
Time is an eternal test
A non stop journey is time
A ceased path is time
Time is life
Time is a flow
Time is death
Time is the opportune right
Time is a tide
Time is the breath
Time is invisible
Time is tangible
Time is a scene of beauty
The breath of an atom is time
The tune of an iota is time
Time is the play of life and death
Time is the envoy of peace and terror
There is no shore that the time has not touched
And no ray of light untouched by time
Time is the manifestation of the ancient Brahman
The modern interpretation of duty is time
Time is earthly and heaven
Time is eternal
Time is the river of life
Life is a journey
In the stream of time!


(2)
Journey
Is a feature of instability
The flow
A lively spirit
Flower voyages
Pollinated
From flower to flower
The bird travels
As love
From shore to shore
As a lineage
Procreation
Is the maternal instinct
And desire for procreation
Is the essence of the expansion of the soul
Copulation
Is it only pertaining to the man alone?
Justice in creation
Flourishes in plural
Many rain droplets do make a rain
Umpteen leaves do make a tree
Millions of cells do make one creation
Loneliness is not the trait of the world
Embossing fetus in the ovum
The bird blows the warmth of breath
The cosmic universe is
Perceived in totality by the inner eye

(3)
Every move is a journey
Every death is a journey
Every birth is a voyage
Flight is the winning spirit of the migrating birds
The effort of the ocean of love
Is to procreate
As the oceans run
With the feet of waves
As the air flows
In wavy winds
As life continues
With the unending breaths
As the world rounds in
Non stop news
In wings and wings
Do fly and arrive these birds
The creatures with passion and patience
Thousands of kilometers of restless journey
To the destination afar
In search of wonderlands
A partly witness of the
Irrepressible instinct
The soaring birds flying
Like hunks of the rainbow
Like the seven colored sankranthi(pongal rangoli)
The flowing sea of the bird flock
Floats on the treasures of the blue oceans
The jingling song of the migrating birds
Is a travel
A stopover
A sojourn
A libido
All are the traces of the moving time….

(4)
The bird is the
Infinite freedom with sprouted wings
The eyes filled with a fear
And a shiver
As the soldier of the border forces
The bird is a being, all time alert
Onlooker with a quest
It is the bird that
Smears a mosaic of colors
To the ends of the wings
And tips of the tails
The bird is the one
Which casts net and
Catches hold of the
Jet velocity
And the splendor of winds
In the moment of hunger
It is the bird that
Surgically operates the available food
And feeds on it as a fork
Welcoming a dawn
The bird is the
Wake up call
To the society
Crossing a cold night
Slivering the foggy morn
With its beak
Flying fast with its legs apart
Runs the bird in prey hunt
Testing the air contaminated
From the farthest branch
Of a tall tree
It is the bird that removes the pollution
On a sunny afternoon
On a choicest water meadow
It is the bird that
Jumps and thumps
And somersaults
Playing water khabaddi
Fluttering the body
Dries its wings
Measuring the distance of thousands of miles
It is the migrating bird
That carries
The history of the other side of the world
To the culture this side
And the race of that land
To this generation here
The bird is the flying goddess of passion
A flying message of peace
Completing the journeys
By the twilight of dusk
Gathering near the tree
It is the bird that gets ready for a chorus concert
It is the bird that reflects
The mynahs of poesy
Gandharvas (divine singers) of music
And the doyens of music
Hunger, sleep, love, and passion
Are similar to all the living beings
Between birth and death
Birds too have relations
They are not promiscuous
Birds too have a social life
They do not know social betrayal
The bird that unfolds its broad wings of vast feels
Seldom knows selfishness
It does not contract with narrow mindedness
To the lady bird
That sits over in hatching
With all balance and patience
The snacks of Pulicot
Brought tucked in the bags beneath its nose
Is fed in pecks and perks by the male
The bird is beyond jealousy and hatred
To the villagers who saved it from
Any one shooting a bullet
The bird as a good Samaritan in ardent gratitude,
Makes the land fertile
with its drops
Gifting a three times crop and leaves the land
The bird must be a role model for the man..!!
For sincerity and commitment
And discipline.

(5)
Exodus is an unending journey
Migration an age old fete
When the hues of life’s backdrop change
Exodus is a weapon
When the clouds anger
Making scarce a droplet of rain
The village turns an exodus
To the anna datha (farmer)
The farmer’s life turns a coolie
Exodus transports a generation
Exodus changes the way of life
At times migration in life
Encircles as a whirl pool
At times drowns as a typhoon
It makes you travel out to the continents
For the sake of the tiny belly
There is no race and no religion
The hunger’s language is universal
It may sojourn over anywhere
Will make you do anything
Stretches its hand until the belly is filled
From a dark continent
On to the dais of light
From an icy country
To the warm place
Builds the bridge of the seasons

(6)
The pelicans moving on the wings of time
The flamingos that ram in the air car
The Painted storks flown in like kites
Fluttering on the Konkanai
Sails of the waves are the black cranes
As the ambassadors of many countries
Have taken part in the international conference
The nature is all over colorful messages of love
All the festivals of love of the bird tourists
Are happily celebrated by the youth
On all the branches of the land are the happy resorts
In whichever village lost is the eye
It is the hustle of the moving colorful dreams
Are the goods of the empires of Manmadha(god of love)
The secrets of Mithuna rasi(Zodiac sign pertaining to love)
The hundred puzzles of the colorful flying boats
All over the Pulicot lake is the congregation of romantic heroes
All over the sky of Pulicot are the airs of emotions
Each bird is a hoisted flag of poesy
The colorful parrot is a short poem of dreams
The dark legged crane that has soiled its feet in the dirt of darkness
Washes them in the blue Pulicot
The myriad colored sea-parrot
Dives into the waters as the water drawing pulley
Alone a great sage
Stands on single foot in penance
When in the shades of waters narayani(heron) appears
He chants the manthra of gutakayaswaha(i.e. to swallow it)
Folding its wings to the sides of time
Gudaswami(the paddy bird or pond heron)
Takes thrice a dip in the Pulitheertham(name of a place)
As if thousands of women
Are stilled as a picture
In the postures of classical Indian dances
On the dais are the postures of the imitating flamingos
The everlasting fight of the usurpers for the water treasure
And for the enticing damsels
As if the Nelapattu has blown the snake charm
Every now and then they journey to the home
Naughty kids being the waves,
Floating are the winged boats
The structure that has turned
The Pralaya Kaveri(stormy Kaveri)
Into pranaya Saveri(lovable Saveri(a raga))
In the radiant jugalbandi of the jalatharangini
Is the passionate shower of dazzling ragas
As soon as it dawns in Pulicot
Spreading the colorful carpet
Entwining the hues of spring and winter
Flows as a soaring garden of blooms
Watering the mouth of the awaiting sea.

(7)
The bird guests under the boundless skies
Are the messiahs of universal brotherhood
The romantic tales carried over by the great poets
The Manmadhas(gods of love) who well knew the secrets of love
Lovers they are, who have left their family and place
With an ardent desire to beget off springs
Though in the size of a seed, but vast are their hearts
Their eyes are like lamps without wicks
To spread light is their message
To perceive life is their philosophy
Life is a penance
Life is radiance
Life is a dawn
Life is providence
Life a tune of the creation
From generation to generation pervades life
From earth to heaven is the debate of puranas
Life is an eternal stream of time!
The birds are the flags hoisted by the King of time!!

(8)
There –
On each branch is a concert
In each nestle, a sonata
Every tree a cluster of myriad hues
A bird fete all over the lands
Chirps and tickles
Coos and laughs
Many a confluences of umpteen springs of ragas
Many a sum of joy
With the exciting songs of the round eyed ones
The climate is delighted
In the highways of power filled skies
A colorful dream unfolds
The milky-way
Turns a rosy hued stream
In the time of saran navarathri Saphari Theerdham(name of a place)
Relaxes in the conference of arts
The banjara(wagabond) birds that have come
Croon the songs of coos
They spread out the treasure troves of love
Onto the nest of the worlds
To the noises of the love making birds
All the stars peer down to the earth
The ways of love of the romantic hearts
Breathe out the passions in loneliness
Stretching his hands of rays, sun of the dawn
Applies henna in stealth
Unfolding the doors of their hearts
The blooms color themselves in serenity
Color is the manifestation of spirit of life!
The lands that were not greeted till the day before
Today are, the life of the birds summit
The trees that were faded till the day before
Are today the strings played veenas
Thousands of flute songs of Krishna
Now the morns of Nelapattu
Are the wavy streams of sweet melodies
Now the evenings of Nelapattu
Are the springs of songs of the elixir of love
A pelican tucks in its lover
Into the nestle of its wings
A painted stork nearing it
Woos its beloved with its long snout
The sabari crane in the tune of passion
Loses himself to the sweet song of its lady love
Turning its body into breath the wood pecker
Smears all over the body of its heart throb
Not only the floods of milky bosoms
But the ardor of sperm too flows
In the great yagna of the Santhana Lakshmi(the goddess of children)
Millions of lives are dawned

(9)
Not only the Devakakulu
But all the birds are the ancient kith and kin!
All our visiting birds are
Manvanthara purandharas!(the age old lords of Heaven)
We assume the Bulbul to be an alien
When have we seen it as a peace monger?
We feel the blind crane as the evil spirit
Have we ever counted it as the
Charioteer of virtue?
Though the python is black in color
It is as good hearted as the dark lord (Lord Krishna)
All the beautiful dances of the red breast are
The festoons of light of the happy family ways
In the life rituals of the branches
Pour in the fuel of lively smiles
In the bright journey of procreation, both the branches
Ignite the lights of new radiances
Numerous tales of love, umpteen loves
Each branch is the cottage of Vathsayana(the author of Kama Sutra)
Every nestle is a sound of music
No creation, no rains, no destruction
No progress of the world is possible without the family life
Children are to the man, seeds of time
And the ovum is the radiance of dynamism for the bird
From the seed the tree and from the tree the seed
Is the first step to the world’s progress
To the yagna(ritual sacrifice) of the migrating birds
The flourishing Kadapa tree is the dais
The tree is the green flag hoisted by the nature
The tree is the comfort to the exhausted mankind
To the alien birds that crossed the oceans
The tree is the temple of conjugal bliss
To the on spreading bird dynasties
The tree is the temple of the secret of creation

(10)
Time is always an open book
All are open truths that are snuggled into it
Time is a teacher that seldom taught anything to anyone
Time is the emissary that tells every one everything
The foreign birds are the prophets of yoga of life
They are the bosom friends that do not know the hatreds of the borders
They are the alien yogis that do not have lust
They are the enlightened ones that have seen the secret of the kala chakra(the cycle of time)
Greets in the universal lingo, and ecstasies
They are well cultured ones that conduct unity camps
Holy souls overflow in joy
To the emigrant flock with the touch of this land
In the lush green shade
Appear the dreams of morrow’s generation
That’s why I say bird is the indication of time
It is the symphony of the past, present and future
The holy fire of confluence is the endorsement of trikala tantra
Bird loves a bird
Soul copulates with the soul
Nelapattu is the dais of the perseverance of Poundarika
Nelapattu is the indication of age old yagas
The sowing of seeds of life from generations
Nature is the balancing measure here
It is here that nature takes another breath
And here the world gives birth to another creation
This little land after crossing over the oceans
Is a living home for a race
It is a pillow of the joys and sorrows
Where the dharma of Buddha has excelled
It is the stage of dance for the danseuse Rathi Devi(wife of kamadeva, the lord of love)
That knew the mystic tune or the tune of mysticism
It’s the moment that seeks the justification of the soul
Having understood the inevitability of the mortal body
Forgetting the body pleasure, and pleasure of the body
Manmadha becomes a passionate yogi here
It’s the nature that fulfils it’s duty on this land
Turning to be a man, it furthers the creation
Congregation of birds that have no disparities
An egalitarian equality
The fragrance of passion to the ones who open eyes
And to the eyes closed sages
The liberation of the soul
Time, changing colors as seasons
For a minute, ecstasies as birds
It’s here that begins an end
To the time infinite
The foundation is laid here
From the end to the endless

(11)
Flamingo offers with love to its lady
The bedisa(silver fish) that it brings with its nose
How much it longs for its lover
When it succeeds to fly in whirls
Catching the vanjaram(the scomber or the seer -fish )in the net of its nose
Fluttering its wings dreams of off springs
Who must have taught so many tunes to these birds?
How was such passion adorned to these round eyed ones?
Which bird was that have shown way to this place?
That results every year in this compulsory family fair
The ecstasy of life in the foreyard of Nelapattu
Wings sprout to the nestlings
The tiny fish school, become their food grains
Pulicot is the field of water crop
The tiny shrimp is the fruit of the crop
Fluttering its wings the blue flamingo
Hounds the snake fish
The crooked nose lakumuki(king fisher) bird
Chase the mattagidasa(the sucking fish, called the Echeneis))
Having shattered the line of the girasa(short) fish
The baby paraja(Rasica) crow feels joyous
The sky seems congested
To the nestlings that got wings
The blue lake is the food store
To the red breast that has learnt to fly
In the battle for food
To the shouts of hunger and
The dance of the Bharatha(Titlark or Pippit called in Dakhini Chendul)) bird
Searching for prey
Bulbul is the food
Hunger is the age old enemy to all the living beings
To gratify hunger is peace for any being
Even the gods of heaven savor elixir in hunger
When big fish is swallowing the small ones
Why is it wrong if birds feed on fish?
As if the rainbows had bathed
As the Apsaras (divine courtesans of the heaven)cast their charms
Festival of colors on the waves of Pulicot
A divine game of the baby sparrows
The water meadow filled with children
Looks like a conference of joy and gay
In the eyes of the bird watchers
Reflects a kaleidoscope of colors
From Nelapattu to Pulicot
This bird festival
Flows like a stream of water colors
The celebration reaches the skies
Neither trap nor net, and no hook
Beak is the mere weapon
The battle of hunger seldom stops
Even in tides and in the nets of waves and typhoons
All the expertise lies in hunting
However a great jalapushpam(fish)
The test is to catch the prey with its beak
Is the sanguine trait shared
Pulicot is the resort for a change of climate
For the progress of the breed the trunks of Nelapattu are the residencies
The Pralaya Kaveri is now the grace f love
Every nestling born here is morrow’s bird
The yester born narayana(the common heron)
The water parrot that fed on this land
Having breathed his first in the nest of this tree
Can the alien Sabari ever forget?
The colorful dreams of the pelicans
The blooms of hope of their beautiful nights
The cool breeze and the odor of the soil of Nelapattu
Can the red breast ever lose memory of this honeymoon?
The ecology of India echoed with
The divine violin notes of gratitude
The land is infinite and sky vast
As the flow of time the ocean too is boundless
The one who called these foreign birds as aliens
The one who made immigration as inheritance
If he goes from this village
Begets a child in that great nation
Earns a green card and citizenship
But how can the egg laid here be an alien?
Can the way of pariga(the rose colored Starling or theCholam bird. Pastor roseus) brought up in the Pralaya Kaveri be changed?
This soil is remembered by every bird
And hence every year it turns up to its motherland!

(12)

The scene of the skies blooming in myriad colors
On the branches of the rubber trees is
The sweet home of the flamingo and pelican
Reflects the groping families of man
In the spreading apartment culture
In the shades of the hoods of the waters of Pralaya Kaveri
Joyously bathes the Siberia
Forgetting the tiresomeness of thousands of miles
As the armed forces of navy
The meghmalhar(a raga that invokes rain God) song of the bird
How many brushes of the artist must have bowed in reverence?
To this sea parrot
Umpteen canvases must have lost their faces
In the symphony of the chirps of love birds is
The still picture of the happy NRI doves
The music of sarigama (the seven music notes)that teaches the soaring music to the heart
At least once in a year……
The passion for the embrace of the motherland
The longing to kiss the soil of birth
The son of the soil who lost his inner face
Forgetting the roots of life in the battle
Having turned into a machine
At least …now
Have to transmigrate into the bird!

Conclusion

All the souls become one
The cosmic treasures become divine souls

In the confluence of the water treasures of India
Taking a holy dip turn to be the holy souls.

What may be the divinity of the migrating birds
They always worship Narayana in waters.

Telugu original: Perugu Ramakrishna,India
Eng trans: Jagaddhatri,India