The Girl

Never realise the love
just I wokeup in lust
am i gonnaa be crazy
dreaming of a girl


starting the youth of spring
dazzling like a sun
my heart ponders on thoughts
like fire on fuel

Head start spinning around
looking for fairer sex
eyes are scanning the body
feelings rise in the heart

what should i ask the girl
coffee or a ride
should i pull her around
kiss in a passionate way


i dont know wht it is
i am attracted to her
like a magnet to iron
or a diseased to doctor

fear of getting slapped
being a fool around
stop me going any further
and i return to real

Never realise the love
just I wokeup in lust
am i gonnaa be crazy
dreaming of a girl

dreaming of a girl

Oy Movie Beautiful Lyrics (nannu vadhili)

nannu vadhili needa vellipothundha
kannodhili chupu vellipothonadha
vekuvane sandhe vali pothundhe
chikatilo udhayam undi poyindhe

naa yedhane tholichina guruthuga ninnu thesthunna
nee jatha lo gadipina brathukika bali avuthunna

nuvvunte neenunta
nenu una prema….
povadhe… povadhe….. prema
nannu vadhili needa vellipothundha
kannodhili chupu vellipothonadha

inni nallu nee vente
saguthunna naa padham
venta padina adugedhi antundheee
…ooooooo
ninna dhaka nee roopam
nimpukunna kanupape
nuvvu lekha nanu niladhisthundhe

korukunna jeevithame
cheruvaina ee kshname
jaali leni vidhirathe
saapamainadhee
maru janma undhante brahmanaina agidheokate
kanamanta mammu thana aatalika saagani chote ……
nuvvunte neenunta…. prema…. povadhe… povadhe….. prema…. nuvvunte neenunta…. prema…. povadhe… povadhe….. prema….

Mother am i not your child

Mother am i not your child

I know you love thou children and protect them
See them as delicate and new borns into this world
you hide them from harsh realities taking pain on you
I know you want to feed them with honey and necter


i love thy child as my brother
And play with him in a youthful happiness
I can feel spring of love that you usher on him
from the depth of your heart

Where is that love when thou look at me
why has spring dried into a desert
why not treat me as your own
Don't you see the child in me

not am i innocent as my bro
don't I have that pretty face
or am i that shabby that you desist me
Mother am i not like your own child

burden why mother when you stay with me
scold me if i have done wrong
but tell me not, everything i do is wrong
Don't you see the injustice done in blindness of love

Mother am i not your child

LIFE IN EXAM

The Time ticks and the bell rang

There comes a hand pushing papers on my desk
my mind is clean as an young born child
I close my eyes and pray to god
"take me through with the hurdle before me "

The time ticks on and bell rigs

I hear the tearing of papers ...
and see every one is in hurry to go on the conquest
to capture the beast
and claim their victory

The time ticks on and on

I see the first problem before me ...
something seems to be wrong ..
I haven't got the question ..
I read and re-read the question

The time ticks on and on

" Nope there goes a question above my head ... " I think
Fear start running through my spine
I close my eyes again to regain the lost confidence
I say to my self " ..lets try the next question"

The time ticks on and on

Question after Question seems to be in alien script
I start wondering have I got the wrong paper
I look around to get the feel
People cry .."additional sir"

The time ticks on and on

I try my futile attempts to work something on paper ...
I feel the time has stopped and
people around me are busy jutting down their solutions
I decide to relay on my only last option

The time ticks on and on

There come a caution of last 15 mins
I poke my fellow stud at front to get some clue
teacher catches and warning are passed...
there is nothing i can do now

the time ticks on and on ...

I peep out of the window at the free bird
wonder why can't I be like it...
I feel dejected about the hard work i kept on the subject ...
I look around for the last call waiting like person who's death is fixed

The time ticks and the bell ring ...

The same hand come this time to snatch the empty paper from me
I pack my stuff and run through the door like mad rhino
everyone discusses about the problem and marks
I sit down to write this poem

Who am I ?

A ghost who goes as free air
lives its moments of joy and sadness
till the death takes into stand stillness of silence;
is my aim of life to spend the time away?

who am i?

An animal born
with survival as the purpose of existence
Spreading the genes to future generations;
is the Survival of specie the aim of my life?

who am i?

A thief to steal
who cherishes pleasure through hording of money or power
to exploit the sensual pleasure through all organs;
Is getting pleasure the soul purpose of my existence ?

who am i?

a thirsty student
to gain knowledge what thousands were not able to
and see what others cant;
is purpose of mine to prove superiority among fellow beings?

who am I?

A saint to spread good
like a spark of light in the darkness of thoughts
to become the hope of hopeless ;
is helping others aim of life?

who am i?

A Brahman who cares
for neither money nor power.
For whom nothing is more dearer than the other.
Who is neither living nor dead and is beyond all worries with youthful happiness.
Am I this very existence...

NOTE: Brahman in the above poem does not signify a religion/caste/sect, it represent a perfect being.