JVL NARASIMHA RAO  

1961 -   
I am an indian from mummidivaram ,a village in ANDHRA PRADESH.I am an ENGLISH TEACHER, resource person, textbook writer,transalator and write poems in my mothertongue Telugu and in English.I am fond of making friends on this poetry site.I have been writing poems on poem hunter.com,poems and poetry.com and world lastchance .com.I have personal website http://englishmonger.blogspot.com/

Poems

Jun 23, 2012

In this trouble torn. Grief stricken world
Only music can embalm my aching soul
When corruption and bribery are the order of the day
Goons and rowdies show me the real way
Even the judges succumb to dishonesty
Morals and ethics have lost their identity
The veena, the flute, the clarinet, the drums
And the guitar make a soothing effect to my ears
When there is   incredible symphony
The distinction between East
And west is totally lost
Only peace and harmony forever last

Music is more intoxicating than vine
It is undoubtedly divine
There is music in the blowing wind,
Flowing stream, chirping of birds,
The hissing of  snakes,
The bleating of a goat
And the beating of a heart
And the passing of blood to each human part
But understanding the synchronization is a difficult art

Jun 11, 2012

If I come up in life
People are jealous of me
If I am a failure, they take pity on me
I have the guts to face enemies
But I can’t bear sympathies even from friends
I am born to win but not to run away from life’s problems
If there is a problem, I will try to solve it
If there is no remedy, I will leave it
I don’t want to grope in the dark
but I light a lamp and play in the park

Sep 25, 2011

Oh! mother where are the snow falls of yester years?
Where are the great king Ashoka and the world master Sankaracharya?
Where is the ujjayani that was immersed in the literary effluence of
The great dramatist Kalidasa?

Where is the light that shone from the piercing eyes of the warrior
Queen Rudrama Devi and the Goddess Durga?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?

Where is the buzzing sound of the bees that came from the corridors
Of the great king Shajahan? Where are the echoing sounds of the war monger
The sword Thikkana?Where is the gallooping white horse climbed by the unconquerable warrior queen of Jhansi Lakshmi Bai?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?

Where is the fire that emanated from the broad shoulders of
The inimitable king and connoisseur of art, Sree Krishna devaraya?

What happened to the living breaths of Balachandra, the young warrior
And brahmanaya, The great warrior and social reformer?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?

Where are the kings, the great poets, the warriors, the chaste queens?
Where have they gone?

Where are the foot prints of the golden wings of time that fanned and fled?
Oh! Mother, Where are the snow falls of yester years? Where are the snow falls of yester years?

this is a translation of TELUGU POEM written by a famous poet SRI SRI
Aug 13, 2011

When I want to climb the mountain up,
You hope I will be a great flop.
Why do you always frown?
And try to pull me down.

You are always jealous of my success.
Your envy is undoubtedly in excess.
I never intend to do you any harm.
I am always very calm.

The only fault with me is I am incredibly talented.
That is why I am always being hunted.
You try to cause me a lot of friction.
I can’t live without some positive action.

You should know that your duty is not to stop
Anyhow, I will get to the top step by step
My Lord has given me a wonderful soul
I will surely reach my destined goal

Jul 29, 2011

You are a frog in the well

And you can’t see beyond the wall

But I am a fish in the ocean

Nobody can stop my lively motion



You think the water in your well is the pacific

And don’t understand the wise counsel of a critic

I travel as long as I can

Swimming is really my fun



Only the dolphin can match me in the run

I feel why I can’t fly like a swan

I can go deep into the sea

The eagle flies very high with a spree



I really pity you , Mr  frog

Your thinking is really vague

And your movement is a mere hop

You will never come to the top

Jun 21, 2011

If I come up in life
People are jealous of me
If I am a failure, they take pity on me
I have the guts to face enemies
But I can’t bear sympathies even from friends
I am born to win but not run from life’s problems
If there is a problem, I will try to solve it
If there is no remedy, I will leave it
I don’t want to grope in the dark
but I light a lamp and play in the park

Apr 27, 2011

Sai Baba is the most Popular Hindu monk
And mother Teresa is the most beloved Christian nun
Both of them almost reached the state of divinity
by serving the humanity And with a lot of religious piety

Some may think Sai Baba is just a magician
And Mother Teresa is merely a nun
Their arguments sound quite fun
because All the nuns and magicians can’t serve the world
on such a grand scale unless they have divine charisma

Both of them have disciples all over the world
They were treated and revered almost like living gods
As humans they might have suffered from some human follies and foibles
But they proved to the world that SERVICE TO HUMANITY IS SERVICE TO GOD
Let us all pray for the two noble souls
Keeping our religious faiths aside

Apr 26, 2011

It is human folly not to accept the present,
lament about the past
and worry about the future.

In fact, past is only a dream
future is just a VISION
but only the present is the reality

In summer, we yearn for the rain
in the incessant rain, we look for the sun shine
and in the biting cold too, we glorify the sun

My wife thinks we should have settled in a city
and should have constructed a more modern house
She even thinks she should not have married me

I try to be as cool as a cucumber
and think my house is my great chamber
Being a simple teacher, I accept the reality
But my wife doesn’t understand me. It is a real pity

Apr 24, 2011

On this very day JESUS rose from the dead
because the holiest path He tread
He shone brighter than the rising sun
as He was/is Holy Father’s dearest sun

In fact, He and Father are the only one
The very thought of his crucifixion was an inexcusable sin
He dedicated his heart and soul to His Divine Father
The earthly pains He didn’t even slightly bother

Only He could pray for his treacherous traitors
Thus His name was written in Golden letters
HE   became a yardstick for time
Although his mundane life  was cut off at his prime

Let us all celebrate the historic Easter
like a renowned Christian pastor
All of us have a purification bath
And cover sinful body with Jesus’ divine White cloth

Apr 22, 2011

Jesus shed his holy blood
to wipe out all human fraud
He wanted to serve people
and tried to protect them like his own pupil

They tried to crucify Jesus
who was born to save them from crisis
Humans suffer from the original sin
they always think of their kith and kin

Jesus is an embodiment of supreme sacrifice
He will free all of us from our vice
He was not at all scared of his mortal death
because He was extremely sure of his eternal re-birth

Let this GOOD FRIDAY fill our heart with mercy
and drive out all  heresy
Let us all follow Jesus’ Divine principles
and become his noble disciples

Apr 17, 2011

A virgin becomes a woman
only when she is occupied, possessed
caressed and squeezed by her lover
or husband. As a buzzing bee sucks
nectar from the flower, he sips manna from her rosy lips.

A man’s life is a waste
unless he smoothly touches the nipples of her lover
and pours the loving juice in to her beautiful bosom
It is really an  ecstasy  for a man
to climb the mountains and go deep into
his lover’s deep valley and fathom
her inexpressible beauty

Blessed is the woman
whose breast is sucked most passionately by his lover
and  most lovingly by her child for milk
when she becomes a mother.
The greatest thing in this vast universe
is the happy union between a man
and a woman which is the real source
of recreation and creation of man,
the cleverest thinking animal on earth

Apr 13, 2011

The past always haunts me like a ghost
and an angel too.
The ghost reminds me.”you did not do certain things properly.
you made many mistakes.
you should have been a better person
If you had done this and that.
but the angel comforts me  saying
“you did many good things too.
you faced many difficulties
but you faced them bravely.
you learnt many lessons
from your mistakes.
you have still a bright future.
There is no use crying over split milk.
You can make some sweet dish out of it.
thers is no scope for ifs and buts in life”
I have decided to drive the devil out
and welcome the angel in.

Apr 13, 2011

The past always haunts me like a ghost
and an angel too.
The ghost reminds me.”you did not do certain things properly.
you made many mistakes.
you should have been a better person
If you had done this and that.
but the angel comforts me  saying
“you did many good things too.
you faced many difficulties
but you faced them bravely.
you learnt many lessons
from your mistakes.
you have still a bright future.
There is no use crying over split milk.
You can make some sweet dish out of it.
thers is no scope for ifs and buts in life”
I have decided to drive the devil out
and welcome the angel in.

Apr 3, 2011

Even the longest journey Begins with a single step
Tendulkar has waited patiently to be a part of winning the world cup
The master has some incredible records to his credit
No cricketer in the modern era can compare with him for merit

Yesterday nearly 120o million Indian glued to the television sets
Irrespective Of caste, colour, creed, religion or sects
Dhoni and Co rewrote history after twenty eight years
From the  faces of Indian cricketers rolled joyous tears

Cricket brought  All the cricketing countries Unbelievably together
The western Coach Gary Kirsten and Co were responsible For the Eastern thriller
The great sport became  the emotional healer and the gap filler
And the greatest ever crowd puller

Tendulkar has carried the Nation’s burden for nearly twenty four years
So His team mates carried him on their broad shoulders
Even Tendulkar could not help shedding his emotional tears
It was really a great Moment for the entire nation to  celebratewith cheers

Apr 1, 2011

Duty is undoubtedly our God
If we perform it without any fraud
This world becomes a safe haven
And the earth it self turns into heaven

But the Satan in you stands in your way
and tries to keep your ideals at bay
Honesty makes you spiritually pure
but you become financially pure

Integrity is the best quality
But it doesn’t enhance your property
Even your spouse hates your simplicity
Every body tries  to mock at your purity

Jesus was crucified for his uncompromising principles
It was a pity he was deserted and deceived by his own disciples
But he was not at all afraid of his temporary physical death
because he was extremely sure of his eternal re-birth

If you want to go beyond the physical zone
you should enter the spiritual lane
Spirituality elevates you to the status of God
you will surely get the blessings from our Lord

Mar 31, 2011

Cricket fever gripped the sub-continent
Pakistan could not wipe out the sentiment
Against India it lost her match for the fifth time
Even though Tendulkar was not at his prime

This world cup turned out to be all Asian game
The English have slowly lost their cricketing fame
There will be a fight between the tiger and the lion
Who knows who will surely win

Sachin achieved every thing except the world cup
I hope he will get it without any hiccup
India and Srilanka reached finals thrice
If India wins the cup I feel very nice

Mar 31, 2011

The day waits for the glorious sun
Like the night for the pleasant Moon
In hot summer we fervently wait for rain
In the railway station we wait for the train

Waiting seems to be a part of life
Like a husband waits for his dear wife
On this site we wait for our friends’ poetry
And try to understand their poetic chemistry

Waiting is a part and parcel of nature
That is the beauty of its wonderful feature
The spring longs patiently for the seasonal cuckoo
The trees daily wait for their sunny view

Waiting may cause us some pain
But the pain eventually gives us the desired gain
Let us all wait for our respective great event
And cherish that  beautiful moment

Mar 28, 2011

What does God eat?
What should be my treat?
Does He eat only vegetables Or meat?
Like humans hot and sweet
The Gita says, “ a leaf, a flower,  a fruit
Or even an edible root”

You may offer him mere water
It doesn’t at all matter
What He needs is your devotion
Your soulful emotion

Who does God like?
Does He ride a motor bike?
Even He Does love only the rich?
And suffer from the class and caste itch?

God doesn’t like mere rituals
He follows only the spirituals
And know not the difference between the rich and the poor
What He fervently wants is a heart and soul that is so pure

Where does God dwell?
can anybody ever correctly tell?
Does live in the temple?
is He really very simple?

Does he reside in the church?
Can you surely search?
Does He appear in the mosque?
will you remove His mask?

He really lives in your neighbour’s heart
But you should know the divine art
In this vast universe God appears in every part
But to find Him you should ethically and theologically smart

Mar 28, 2011

There are three ways to reach the All-Mighty
Knowledge, devotion and disinterested duty
Knowledge is infinite
but Man’s vision is only finite

If man honestly performs his duty
It is undoubtedly a great beauty
But there are many hurdles
Which make him leave the ideals

Only devotion seems to be the easiest
It may be Rama, Allah or Jesus Christ
You need not be a great scholar
And need not be a wonderful performer

You will reach God through a devotional prayer
But you should unveil the illusionary layer
Only philosophy and God seem to the ultimate truth
Although it may not appeal greatly to an atheist and the youth

Mar 28, 2011

Singing, dancing, painting and poetry writing are fine arts
Because they touch humans’ souls and hearts
Humans can not live by bread alone
They should come out of their animal zone

Music pleases the ear
and makes the souls clear
Dance pleases the eye
And answers the souls’ cry

Painting makes a feast to the naked eye
And makes the delightful soul fly
Man can not enjoy even a great poem
Unless he understands the message and the rhythm

But a poem can be a sonorous song
And the audience will throng
It can be turned into a rhythmical dance
Even for painting it has got a chance
Only poetry can amalgamate all the fine arts
Let us all the poets pull happily our divine carts

 
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