Poems by Trinath Gaduparthi

The new old song

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Break my heart
Shatter my dreams
But love me today, love me now
Tomorrow is a dream
Without any of us

Walk on me but let me see
The blue blue eyes that enticed me
Stop not till you got far away
But “I love you”, hear me say

Love me today, Love me now
Tomorrow is a dream
Without any of us
Today we know that we are here
Tomorrow is a dream in a hazy blur

Walk with me for just this day
Listen to all that I have to say
Paint this day with love and care
Tomorrow, I will be gone
I promise, I swear.

Love me Today,love me now
For tomorrow is a dream
Without any of us.

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The Silence after Rain

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Dust has been brought back to earth
In the little liquid pots of rain
Silence has come back
We can hear our hearts again.

The rumbling streams of water
Trickle their way to the pond
To meet each other
And form a stronger bond.

Tears are brought
To the eyes that longed for rain
Tears are washed away
From the eyes that cried in pain.

The Silence after rain
Has brought us back to life
To listen to our hearts’ call
As an interlude to the strife.

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On the sands ashore

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Wandering on the sands ashore
Gathering shells of the yore
I wondered who was there before
And what imprints the sand underneath bore

The setting sun in the background
And mounting noises around
All mark the arrival of the dusk
Beginning their daily task.

Flying kites and Corn sellers
Camel riders and Fortune tellers
All in a game of survival and joy
With their many a strategic ploy

Survival and joy just balance each other
One giving the right place to the other
Like the waves trying to wash the shore away
But are drawn back farther away

Here there is joy in survival
And each day alive is another carnival
The dusk, to their lives is a bright dawn
It is their only source to live on.

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We shall learn

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

One day we shall learn
That there is nothing we had to earn
Everything was there
But we went on a quest in full gear
Finally reached the grave
And epitaphed ourselves to be brave!!!

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Beyond the Doors

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Listen my friend I want to tell you more
And have to open up every door
My heart is home for many of them
Holding up many many words at their helm

Nothing short of verse is shaping in my head
To put it out I do dread
But now I dared to put it down
Listen my friend for, later we are out of town

Words that lingered for years
Words that formed in tears
Words that I wanted to say
Words that would soon drift away
Words some shallow and some deep
Into my world, friend, do have a peep.

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A Prayer in Silence

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

A silent night in the woods
Full with a silver pool of moon light
The gentle swaying of the trees
As if dancing to the humming breeze

The stillness and the silence
Empty a heavy heart
A feeling of completeness fills it with delight
And imprints on it, the scenic night

The chimes of the temple bells
Add to the humming breeze
I pray in silence for everything to stay
To enjoy a moment so gay

But this melody stays for little time
It just vanishes into the stillness of the night
I wait for it to return
Not realizing I have had my turn

About this I would be writing for years hence
Recreating in my heart the stillness and silence
Reliving those moments for long
And penning each time, a different song.

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On the sands ashore

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Wandering on the sands ashore
Gathering shells of the yore
I wondered who was there before
And what imprints the sand underneath bore

The setting sun in the background
And mounting noises around
All mark the arrival of the dusk
Beginning their daily task.

Flying kites and Corn sellers
Camel riders and Fortune tellers
All in a game of survival and joy
With their many a strategic ploy

Survival and joy just balance each other
One giving the right place to the other
Like the waves trying to wash the shore away
But are drawn back farther away

Here there is joy in survival
And each day alive is another carnival
The dusk, to their lives is a bright dawn
It is their only source to live on.

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Walk

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

On a lonely and deserted road, lonelier I stand
Remembering the days we walked hand in hand
But now she is gone to farther lands
I don’t think my heart understands

Still my heart longs for her
To walk those roads with a misty blur
The diffused light and smell of the night
All are same as, when it was right.

I trod those roads in loneliness now
For she is gone, my only love
I never told her, what I felt
Now she is gone and only solitude dwelt.

Does she love me or does she not?
Am I still in her sweet little heart?
Thinking about this, I walk along
And often wonder what went wrong.

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Eclipse

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Behind that quick half smile
Hidden are things very fragile
We greatly fear their loss
And never bet them at toss

We try to guard the short lived
And name them when gone,”the beloved”
The fragility within, is shattered one day
Halting all that is joyous and gay.

Deep down, to ourselves, we tell
That this storm would soon quell
That the life within would rise again
And dance with us in the sun and rain.

The storm finally passes
Leaving in its wake a deadly calm
Some tend to reason the fate
Some tend to curse and some start believing.

Soon, the joy eclipses the sadness
The melancholies are forgotten and buried
With what is left joyously we move on
Very rarely reminiscing the things that are gone

We enjoy this ephemeral joy
Bathe in the triumph and glory
But deep down, another storm, we fear
And brood the loss of the dear.

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Illusions

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

You create illusions deep and diverse
Form many ideas, deny many and retain some
The fancies, the dreams and the triumphs that occur
The pain, loss, defeat and death
Leave you busy and occupied

You reflect in a language you created
“Are we near the truth?”
Or “Did we just evade?”
In search of the answers you give your side of the story

Different eyes and different stories
Just keep on flowing forever
Searching for the finished mosaic
They stop never

Civilizations have lived around this
Faiths and religions are born
In fighting for “their” truth, their lives are torn
Never will they realize that all is an illusion
Some do and fight for it
And at the same time transforming into unrealized

May be all the above is just another illusion
May be another mind and another story
But never ever will there be one story
That describes it all
For there are many minds and many more illusions.

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It was you

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

It was you, it was always you
It was you in many a hue
Things came and went anew
But I knew, it was always you.

The thoughts that seized the heart
The pain that struck it hence
Amidst the noises and in silence
It was you, It was always you.

The noises around died down
The remnant silence escaped with a frown
In my heart was your image
Was always there in every page.

The day was spent in search of you
The night came and the dream were you
It was you, It was always you.

Never you went far from me
As much as I cannot see.
For long in my heart you would stay,
And every thing else would fade away.

It was you, It was always you.
It was you in many a hue.

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The Windy Night

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Years ago she left an image hazy
Now the same makes me go crazy
She now appeared for moments few
Like the fresh drops of morning dew

Her eyes beautiful and wide
Revealed the beauty past it’s hide
Her graceful walk and lovely talk
Her sweet and joyful smile
Made the worlds stop for a while

She was the spark of light
In that windy autumn night
Soon the moment was gone
And the darkness around was on

I stood still when she appeared
I stood still when she went
But, in between were the eons spent

My heart forever she would seize
And every time I think about her
The darkness around would cease.

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The Happy Song

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

A crude flute in his hand
With a herd of cattle he would arrive
The green pastures would soon be occupied
He would sit down to enjoy the light and warmth of the morning sun

The hills echo with the music of the dawn
The Sun slowly rises as one giant glowing disk
He would run from end to end in the pastures below
Relishing every bit of it in mellow

He blows life into his flute
For hours he continues to sing
Waiting for any response the lovely air may bring.
But nothing would reach his ears
Heavy hearted he would return
Only to perform the next morn.

The birds, cattle and all life around
Would immerse in his song
Forgetting to respond, they would stand still
Listening to their hearts’ full

The flute is long gone now
But the music still echoes in the hills and beyond
The noises of the dawn now are nothing but his song
For it is a happy one which stays really long.

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Flower

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

Standing alone in the garden is a dispirited flower
Thinking its life a wasted one;
For it to feel so is a story behind
The lines that follow reveal its mind

Seeing this world in fresh blossom
Important it felt, for it inspired many
A bard to pen a new song
A composer to unveil new notes
And many more at their first glance

The bees fed on its nectar
Carrying its fragrance afar
It thought how lucky it was
And pitied the non-flowering grass

It lived in merry and joy
With its image seizing many hearts and minds
For ever this should stay, it thought
But imminent were the things that followed.

There soon was no hovering of bees
No bard describing its fading color
No composer writing its unhappy notes
And no one indeed near

Strange are the ways of the world it thought
It revolves around you at prime
And deserts you when it is time.

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Lucky Once

a poem by

Trinath Gaduparthi

We walked together once
For we are the lucky ones
We shared thoughts and dreams
Set our goals and aims
We fought, we made up
We cared for each other
Those were the happy days
I now realize nothing, happy stays.

You are now leaving
Which leaves me just grieving
The happy moments are all gone
And the world has moved on
I tend to live in the past
In my heart only that can last

When will we be back again?
Sharing, caring and talking
Tell me my efforts aren’t in vain
And that soon we will be back again.

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