Poems by Lakshminarayana K

Up and Down

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a passage of the time;
Life is the passage of the time.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a package of problems;
Life is the package of problems.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a message if the dawn;
Life is the message of the dawn.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a Tirumala-Tirupathi road;
Life is the Tirumala-Tirupathi road.

Up and down, up and down
It’s is a journey up and down
Life is a limerick to be sung;
Life is the limerick to be sung.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a game of chess divine;
Life is the game of chess divine.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a perversion of rhyme;
Life is the perversion of rhyme.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a vintage of woodland;
Life is the vintage of woodland.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a paper boat on stream;
Life is the paper boat on stream.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a sugar in coffee cup;
Life is the sugar in coffee cup.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a palankeen of love;
Life is the palankeen of love.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a blowing gentle breeze;
Life is the blowing gentle breeze.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a butterfly on blooms;
Life is the butterfly on blooms.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a drizzling on the grass;
Life is the drizzling on the grass.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a waterfall on vale;
Life is the waterfall on vale.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a cake of His Birthday;
Life is the cake of His Birthday.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a fulfillment of dreams;
Life is the fulfillment of dreams.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a woeful-joyful pill,
Life is the woeful-joyful pill.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a service to mankind;
Life is the service to mankind.

Up and down, up and down
It’s a journey up and down
Life is a potter’s wheel twirling;
Life is the potter’s wheel twirling.

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Welcome to Light

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

I can’t fly, your realm’s so high,
Neither a lark nor a partridge am I;
Breath giver you’re and my light,
Welcome warmly, O my limelight.

As I afloat on the deep sea;
From up above often you see;
Though my words are so light
Welcome into this spring night.

Life is not a vale of dreams
But a music of many streams,
My life’s the night of restlessness
Can’t you bring incomparable bliss?

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Grandfather in Heaven

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

A sage who vexed by his age
Repeated oft his words brittle,
“All other men of this locale, my age
To my lifelong knowledge little
Are dead and gone, for ever gone.”
Disappeared he like a whip-lash-
My growing dreams melted each bone
Clear streams flowed in-to ash
Reflecting the mirage brimful
Limpid thoughts grew thorns full.

A naked reality he is gone
Leaving us all in tears; like evil
A stray cloud eclipsed soon
My granny’s face- a white devil
He paved the path to destination
Few days it took to reach death prison
An albatross of deep depression
Began to haunt my dad’s vision.
“Was he died?” echoed in my ears
pouring poetry, more blended tears.

The waking soul who does guide us
And devoted himself to restlessness
Till the fields grow more flowers
May stand by us in wilderness.
May the flowers grow into stars
In the tresses of dark night?
He who travelled never by cars
Now an eternal pilgrim of the light;
In dream can see him taking a ride
On a white horse to his own pride.

Though his deeds then were unhurt
He left for Heaven seeking rest,
Whose manners impressed many a heart;
This land’s lost a strangers’ guest
All cry, swim tears and bemoan
For his mighty hands of great worth
Who lived ignorant as long as he shone,
A desperate materialist of humble birth;
A guiding star may be, as was then,
Blessing us, may rest in Heaven.

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I find my Love…

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

When the sun rising up
In the eastern sky,
I find my love waking up
Into real life.

When the birds singing choral
On the blush green boughs,
I find my love singing so sweet
Accompanied the birds.

When the dew caressing
On the rose petals,
I find my love kissing roses
On their ruby cheeks.

When the parrot searching for
A spouse, echoes the grove,
I find my love embracing
A myna at her breast.

When the sun rising up
In the blazing sky,
I find my love making juice
To cast out my thirst.

When the deer striding run
On the river bank,
I find my love chasing deer,
Around looks are hers.

When the sun peeping down
From behind the clouds,
I find my love making potion
For my beating veins.

When it is showering slant
On the blades of grass,
I find my love sipping all
Globules on the grass.

When the stream running down
By my bamboo cottage,
I find my love combing hair
Reflect in the stream.

When the stare galloping
On the pasture green,
I find my love riding speed
On her heart’s desires.

When the sun going down
To kiss the mountain peaks,
I find my love reaping blooms
To kiss me on the plain.

When it is blowing breeze
In the twilight sky,
I find love circumambulating
Round the phallic God.

When the moon rising up
In the full-moon night,
I find my love flying across
Like a partridge wild.

When the moon lively shine
In the welkin blue,
I find my love thrashing lust
On my throbbing chest.

When the moon going down
In the chill moonlight,
I find my love haunting dreams
In her slumber deep.

When the moon vanishing
Into the day break,
I find my love waking me up
Kissing on and on.

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I’m arrested

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

A naked dream with two lips red
“I love you man” so she said;
The night is thickening over the land
Whisper the flowers of verdant strand.

The lovely musk, the exhaling one
On her chest my heart does run,
Shines her face, glitter her eyes
Burning with lust is blood in her thighs.

I thought “Her heart’s warm and still,
Stringing the chords of love and thrill.”
A love-hungry bread, she was asked for
A shelter of my life I was asked for.

Before I advanced in the dim lights
“Now I’m calling at the midnight,
What’ve you brought for me”? she said.
To bring anything, in her, I’m arrested.

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Sun and Shower

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Shower in sun, fun was then
Sun sans shower now stuns my pen;
The sky is clad in darkening shrouds
Witnessing forenoon vanishing clouds.

Agriculturists all toil in trust
Labourers’ sighs were sternly thrust;
Gloominess welled up tears and wet
Wives all drip drop strain and sweat.

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Poet

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

A poet is a seer
Dispels yours cheer,
Wipes away the tears
Brings you all cheers.

Path maker of new lands
With his skilful hand,
A painter of words on souls
Bringing us joy is his goal.

In this age of nuclear science
The poet is betrayed of his sense,
In this age of internet service
The poet is estranged of his service.

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My Country

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Snow hills are thy coveted crown
The Indian Ocean wash thy feet,
The Ganges, Yamuna, Plateau brown
The prattling words of a parakeet
Enhance thy glory of the past.

Gandhi, Subash, Vallabhi Patel
Fought for freedom from bondage;
Now communal feelings are to sell
The Vedas are auctioned for political craze,
As nobody is endeared to thy past.

The slogan of “nonviolence” once was wrought
Lost its pomp and cast away
Of signing C.T.B.T. never they thought
Who fought for peace and passed away,
Everyone’s now ignorant of thy past.

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Affection

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Peaceful moonlight spreads around
Hardly leaves the moon, ever bound,
Waves of an ocean dive for ever
Hardly leaves for the sky and never,
So tides of thoughts leave not my mind.

Songs of birds and murmuring streams
Wrestles of leaves, blooming dreams,
Humming bees, calves striding speed
Showers of smiles of lovers indeed
Affect the minds in tranquil mood.

Hues of the sunset and the dawn
The sylvan lives all ever adorn,
Sheep and cows when they graze
New-born child of the divine craze
Through out this life friends of mine.

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I can’t Bear

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Sold is love fair
At the cosmopolitan fair
Beside a busy square
A shame, I can’t bear.

Craving for you dear
I’m fed up with tear
This path is not clear
These cries none can hear.

Reducing love to ashes
They promote more clashes
As love has million faces
You’re my life’s basis

Hate not me O dear
Stand by me so near
Love and live in me dear
If not, I can’t bear.

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Good Poetry

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

It springs like a stream
And spreads like a dream
Which floats like a cloud
Blessing flowers on a shroud.

It brings holy rains
To solemnise the pains
Of human bees and cows
Beneath the fancy boughs.

It blows gentle breeze
To reap the springing trees
Sowing seeds of amities
For the neighbouring enemies.

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Caught in Lust

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Modern man is caught in lust
Though unaware of all the best,
A victim of mood, temporary passion
He is a foe of great compassion,
Plants are blooming all the nude
His flesh-pride kissing rude,
A bottle of sins on his head
Endlessly he craves to tread,
Along the path of false love
Boils a cauldron on sex stove,
Woos innocents with wretched lies
How blind are his folded eyes.

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New Millennium – 2000

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

May the new millennium bear fruits more
Importing peace from the heavenly shore
Lofty and noble may be our deeds
Let each dawn grow love on the meads
Expedite the progress, entrap the past
New realms of life for ever do last
Novelty may sing on each green tree
In you ever flourish wisdom more free
Under the control of a fearless mind
May new paths of harmony ever we find.

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Poor Life

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

Oh poor life, who feeds you?
Oh bleak life, who needs you?
Oh dear life, who reads you?
But all goad and bleed you.

You are living by the drain
Kinsmen lost in the strain
Your welfare scheme is slain,
Live an emblem, an express train
Of my bold expression of pain.

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Princess Rose

a poem by

Lakshminarayana K

A princess in the garden green
Does wash her face in mist unseen,
Bathes fluttering, gazes around
Guarded by the thorns abound.
Her maid-servants are the leaves
And bosom friends’re butterflies,
Kissed by the globules of dew
Her lips and cheeks shine anew.
A glowworm subtle on her chest
Inscribe the imagination best,
A host of many dreams of scope
Lasts a bride of many a hope.

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