Sunday, February 9, 2020

The Director - English Poem - Poolabala



















The director creates the characters
And drives them on the time line
Of ignorance to a secret destination
A long march into oblivion
From one dark cave to another.

Pain and tears, loss and fears
Are like deep gloomy craters
Some get tumbled into craters
Some can climb up, some cannot
They get stuck in the middle
But for sure both their end – the oblivion.

When the doubts and difficulties delay the march
Duty is the whip  the director cracks on the backs
Duty is the whip which everybody obeys
Some gets a lash some gets trash but one gets
his quota until he obeys.

When frisking and raving disturbs the march
He uses a piercing tool to create wounds
Insult and worry are the wounds that control
And quells the revelers and make them travelers.

He gives unlimited work and limited joy
A little happiness now and then to heal the wounds
Tomorrow is the greatest medicine
He pulls the characters with the rope of hope
Into the bright future – the oblivion

Wednesday, January 1, 2020

Trinken letzten Tropfen des Jahres.- German Poem

Wir trinken den letzten Tropfen 
aus der Tasse des neuen Jahres
wir reisen im boot der freizeit 
sehen die schönheit des dorfes.
Sogar  unser  Schatten verfügt 
den Stolz  des  Landes,  Indien.


Hier sind letzten Tropfen des Jahres.
sicherlich, unvergesslicher Fluss des Glücks
wahrscheinlich Ich kann sie nicht treffen
aber die Momente hängen an den Wänden

die Menschen mit großen Ideen
die gehen in verschiedenen Ländern
ins neue Jahr fließen zusammen 

Die Reise ist der letzte Zeuge
die erinnert an lebensfreude
schauen letzten Augenblicken

am schönes letzten Tag des Jahres.
sie Willkommen, neues Jahr frohes
trinken sie letzen Tropfen des Jahres.

Monday, December 30, 2019

Moribund - English Poem - Poolabala

She came from the family of bourgeoisie
In the middle age she reached her apogee
She hugs her weekends in pubs and clubs 
She is a metro sexual drunk on success

So often she kisses herself with mobile
Narcissism and hedonism are her style
She drank education more like a potion
For a posh life she took it like poison.

She is nestled in western culture
She loves exposure in haute couture
For her marriage is simply a rupture
She thought consort is a spoil sport.

Her big bazookas are firm and rotund
She is jocund but her mind is moribund
She has a fat ass she wants any jack ass
A dumb ass who slogs gets more bucks

The bimbo long kept her marriage in limbo
She finally chose a senior in her bureau
She’s pragmatic, never minded age hiatus
What matters to her is the financial status

Two years they had beers with cheers
They had honeymoon every Sunday noon
But when his work is double he fell in trouble

His libido sank he admitted it, he was frank
She demanded it, she said marriage is no prank
For him the game seems like a hobgoblin
but she demands it, she was a knob goblin

He said he was neither nineteen nor a machine
He couldn’t long defend soon came the end
The wedlock came to a deadlock. who cares?!

Saturday, December 28, 2019

Love on train - English Poem - Poolabala

My world is just plain until I met her on the train
I saw her wicked curves they burned my nerves
Her body looked like sugarcane I couldn’t sustain
The sweet pain worked on my brain like cocaine

She boarded the train at Bhopal
I guessed she was going to Nepal
The train reached the station at seven
She got in like manna from heaven

In Jhansi I coolly climbed up the upper berth
And gazed down to find hot hell on earth
The train at soft pace runs towards north
From the blouse her bulged bosom bursts forth

The train reached Agra I felt I swallowed Viagra
Her sexuality augments unknown acrophobia
Her perfect personality garnishes her sexuality
But I am afraid it tarnishes my personality.

Just after an hour the train stopped at Mathura,
I saw her black mascara in the flames of aurora
I cannot anything think or my eyes ever blink
For sure into the whirlpool of her beauty I sink

 Her oblique looks like bullets never misfired
Many a time they have my heart pierced
In her jade eyes there is something weird
I wonder how her feminine energy steered
 My masculine energy to ecstasy

Green, red colors swirl in the sky like rainbow
 The rare spectacle brought us to the window
She spoke soft, tête-à-tête using love lingo
She looked like a siren, my burning desires run

The sluggish train, on the bridge stopped again
 We saw Yamuna river and forgot all the strain
We threw coins sitting side by side on footboard
We are absorbed in the fun but never got bored

Finally we reached Delhi she looked odd and smelly
She ran towards her hubby who stood with a baby
The train journey was a beauty pageant of past
She forgot and showed the talent to be nonchalant

She is nett but I bet she is a coquette
Her sexuality covers up her venality
Oh! My wife in wait too what a tragedy! 
what a banality!! what an ultimate fatality!!!!

Thursday, December 26, 2019

Lava - Kusa - American Accent Play-let

This is an American Accent Play-let written by Poolabala for School Children.

LUV and Kus are the twin warriors. They are the twins born to Sita, children of Lord Srirama This is a western accented Drama with four scenes. This is meant for school children to perform during cultural activities. . You may select all the four scenes the drama lasts for 20 minutes. You may selects  last two scenes if you have only 10 minutes. In such case the gist of first two scenes may be read out.  First let us see the brief story of the twin warriors.
Brief story 

After performing the recital of Valmiki Ramayan Lav and Kus get to learn that Sita was left in the forest by Ram, so the twins come back from Ayodhya and develop rage over lord Ram. Lord Ram performs Aswamedha , the Ashwa (Horse) comes into the hermitage of Valmiki, thus the twins happen to read the declaration of  Ram  scripted on the golden plate which was hanging on the forehead of the Ashwa. They consider that it would be a good opportunity to question Ram about the injustice to Sita and to argue with him about Dharma. So they decide to tie the horse and invite  Ram for a Battle. They successfully defeat all the army of Ram and also tie the two brothers of Lord Ram i.e. Satrugna & Lakshmana. Thus Lord Ram has no options and hence he himself had to enter the Battle field to fight against Lava - Kusa the twin Warriors. When King Rama enters the battle field himself, Sita and Valmiki get there and avoid the fight by telling the truth to Rama that these two twins Lava & Kusa are his own sons. Ram affectionately embraces them and request Sita  to come to Ayodhya but she refuses and recedes to her mother Bhoomatha (the Earth Goddess) and sinks into earth.  Ram announces Lava Kusa the twin warriors as crown princes of Ayodhya Kingdom.

                                                                          Scene-1
                                                      Return of Luva kusa from Ayodhya.

Luv and Kus perfected the art of reciting the story of Ram (The Ramayan) written by Valmiki. They keep chanting the story. They go to Ayodhya to chant the Ramayan. Sita who was awaiting her kids watches them coming from Ayodhya after their performance. Luv and Kus enter the hermitage. The conversation begins.
Sita: Luv you look so sad and so stressed out, anything serious? Anything matters?
Luv: ------------------------------
Sita : Tell me kus what is bothering you? You look so haggard and so woe betide.
Kus: Mom we have made a big mistake.
Sita: a big mistake? What do you mean? What are you talking about?
Luv: Mom, you really wanna know what is bothering us? Listen, we have been singing the story of Ram glorifying his image believing that he is an ideal king, gem of a man and personification of all virtues.
Sita: Yes in deed.
Kus: No, he is not.
Sita yes he is. He is an ideal king, living legend, gem of a man and personification of all virtues.
Luv: We believed all the stuff so naively and spent all our time singing his story. What a waste of time! Singing praises of a stone hearted king, a loveless man who drove his unsuspecting queen, pregnant wife into forest.
Kus: We are sorry. We are really sorry for what we have done so far. We are not going to continue the big mistake.
Luv: we don’t sing the story of ram any more. Undeserving king!
Sita: Stop that nonsense and shut your mouth at once. You know who you are talking about. You are talking about Ram the great, the Apex of solar dynasty, the epitome of truthfulness. Even gods long to see my righteous lord. You are too puny to stand before Ram. You chaotic kids, You hurt my feelings,  I am not your mother and you are not my kids.
Luv: Mom we can’t bear t see your rage. We are extremely sorry. We failed to understand the deep fervor you have for ram.  We are sorry. We don’t repeat this mistake. We promise.
Sita: no its not really a mistake. It is a blunder. it is arrogance it is inexcusable. I just can’t take it. Your attitude is too foul. It is stinking and you are offender.
Luv: Yes we are offenders but we are repenters too. We regret our wrong doing.
Kus:  Mom we are really sorry. At best we can apologize it is just water over bridge. So forget and forgive your stupid kids. After all you are the compassionate mother.

                                                                    Scene -2
                                  Sita doubts Ram and later realizes her mistake

Valmiki: It seems you want to tell me something
Sita : No I have something to ask you
V: Go a head. Don’t hesitate
S: Did you hear anybody doing a Yagna without a spouse?
V: Doing  Yagna without a spouse? Impractical !!!
Anyway, why do you have such a question in your mind?
S: It is'nt difficult for you to guess. It is preparation for Aswamedha. Haven’t you heard of it?
V: Yes. He is on the mission of glorifying his power, expand his kingdom and prove his sovereignty over neighboring kings. You don’t have to doubt Ram, your impeccable Ram who is a staunch follower of single wife policy.
 Sita:  I don’t think that  I can take it lightly. I am so nervous.
 V: I understand your psyche. Laughs….Seeing is believing
Sita: you mean….
Valmiki: I am sending your soul to the royal palace.

(Sita faints in the chair. Suitable background music... Light must be dimmed.)

After a while light will be bright Sita gets off from the chair. Oh great sage! I have seen with my eyes. Your words are true. I am so crestfallen to have doubted my lord.
Valmiki: don’t worry. Tell me what did you see there in the palace?
Sita: Ram has a golden Sita made for her.
Valmiki: Are you happy?
Sita: I am guilty. Because doubting Ram is certainly a great sin. And I have to pay back for the sin. Please advise me to how to atone the sin.
Valmiki: It is quite natural, Sita. Even if I were in your position I would do the same.
Sita: don’t you try to stop me. Get me out of this sin please.
Valmiki: Well, well, well. I suggest that you worship goddess Lalitha. But be careful. The pooja should not break in the middle at any cost.
Sita: I am glad at receiving your advice.

                                                                     Scence-3
                                                        Luv takes the horse at ashram

Student1: I wonder how you maintained your composure when your mom was very angry
Student2: I was really frightened.
Luv: she was not angry she was upset because she couldn’t bear to hear anything against Ram. So I just compromised.
Student 3: compromise? Why?
Luv: I don’t like Ram but basically I don’t want to strain my relationship with my mom. So I had to feign respect for ram.
Student 4: Lo what a splendid creature.
Student 1: hey, look up. It is a horse.
Student 2: look up there is a golden plate on its forehead.
Luv: let me look at it. It is a declaration by Ram.
Students: declaration?
Student 3: No one should stop the horse unless willing to fight with Ram.
Student4: Anyone who takes the horse must be prepared to fight with Ram.
Luv: Fantastic. I won’t miss this wonderful opportunity to confront Ram.
Students: confrontation with Ram?
Luv: yes but don’t tell my mom about it.

Soldiers: boys what are you doing with the horse. It is not a play thing leave it.
Boys: we are not going to leave the horse. Do what you can.
Soldiers: perhaps, you don’t know the consequences of detaining this horse.
This horse belongs to Ram. I warn you for the last time.
Luv: you lily livered cattle. Enough of warnings and verbal conflicts.
Here is my response to your warning. ( Luv disperses them with arrows soldiers run away)
Satrugn: Who tied this horse? 
Luv: me
Satrugn :Come on don’t be childish! This is Yagna horse.
Luv: we know it. Have you forgotten that a warrior can stop it?
Satrugn: look you don’t seem to understand. No one should stop the horse unless willing to fight with Ram. 
Luv : Anyone who takes the horse must be prepared to fight with Ram. And I am ready.
Satrugn: Look, you are a boy that’s why I have a soft corner for you. I don’t spare you any more if you talk like this.
Luv: Go a head then. What are you waiting for? I don’t need your mercy
Boy tells Sita: After a terrible fight Luv becomes unconscious. Satrugn carries him off.
Kus: Mom I will get my brother back. I am leaving now. Please carry on unperturbed.

Kus enters the scene and stops Satrugn:

Kus: hey Satrugn I the brother of Luv  am here to take him back. Stop me if you can.
Satrugn: you didn’t learn anything with your brother’s mistake. Fool, why are you making the same mistake? I don’t guarantee your security. Don’t jeopardize your safety.
Kus: hey you first you look for your safety.
Satrugn: Are you challenging me?

The war ensues between Satrugn and kus. Kus wins and releases his brother.

                                                                  Scene-4
                                                    Verbal conflict with Lakshman.

Lakshman : Oh my lovely lilies, sweet cherries. Are you the boys who hurt Satrugn? 
I can’t believe it. Who are you?
Twins: We are the disciples of Valmiki.
Lak: How come the disciples of Valmiki get into a fight? Unbelievable!!!
I don’t actually believe that Brahmin boys could ever wage a war like this?
Tell me who you are. Tell me?
Luv: We are tired of your questions. We are sick arguments.
We dare you to fight with us and take the horse if you can.
Kus: If you are brave enough come on. Don’t waste words.
Lak: Don’t get excited about your victory. Victory is transitory.
This horse belongs to the greatest of warriors, the bravest of kings Ram.
Twins: For god’s sake stop your superlatives. And stop your blind worship of Ram.
Lak: Are you challenging matchless power and bravery of Ram who killed Tataki and saved the sage’s yagna?
LUV: I don’t know whether killing a woman is bravery?
Lak: Are you strong enough to protest Ram who broke "Shiv Dhanas" the world’s heaviest bow?
KUS : Oh God!  it is a bow half eaten by mots. Here is a man to laud such a king.
Lak: Ram stands for the ultimate warrior of the world killing Vali. Nothing can stand before the power of vali.
LUV: True tha’s why your Ram stood behind a tree. Aren’t you ashamed of killing from hiding? How immodest of you Laxman!!!
Lak: Are you making a fine point on the kind hearted saviour who seated Vibhishan on throne by killing the mighty Raven?
KUS: Kind hearted? Do me a favour Laxman.  Don’t use words without knowing the meanings. Is driving pregnant wife into forest kindness? Is this how you define saviour?

Read: The verbal conflict turns into an armageddon war. Lakshman loses the war Ram's entering the war becomes inevitable. Meantime Hanuma was enticed and decoyed by the boys using the chanting of Ram.  Ram entered the war scene but hardly had the war began when sita revealed the truth that the twins are Ram's own children. Ram embraces his children. 
    Song plays in western accent.
Ramachandraya janka rajajamanoharaya mamakabheestadaaya mahita mangalam.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

Verses of Vexed Hexes - sonnets

Facial Symmetry - Sonnet

How benign is her broad face                                                                      
You admire her upturned nose                                                                                                    And a pair of lustrous angelic eyes                                                                        
Her mouth is cute that shiny pearls expose
She has cupid’s bow in the upper lip                                                                     
When  open apart they your heart rip                                                     
Her face is as bright as day light 
Her heart is as dark as winter night
Her large eyes may be so nice
But stay away if you want peace                                                                   
 Beauty is skin deep - a mire so deep                                                                    
 If you fall in beauty’s trap, you weep                                                        
Hear the call of her facial symmetry 
That is a sure way to cemetery 

 Kick me out of your heart - sonnet


My love for long on your looks bread
but your crooked foot on my love tread
use your looks like bullets to thwart
my heart and with hatred you tore it apart

Kick me out of your unwilling heart
I may from the apex of love fall apart
Let the stones of truth into me pierce
Let my pain and agony touch your ears

I trust that you might live alone in joy
After the dainty bonds of love destroy
My blood should speak the truth
I wish it should your heart sooth

Let my soul mingle in the light
Let my face be out of your sight.







Friday, December 20, 2019

జీవితాన్ని ఎలా అలంకరించుకోవాలి ?

డిసెంబర్ 19 తెల్లవారింది , తెల్లవారితే పని పని పని పక్కమీంచి లేవగానే కనిపించేది పని . పక్క ని చుట్టి పక్కన పెట్టినట్టు , పనిని చుట్టి పక్కన పెట్టేసాను.  2019 వెళ్ళిపోతోంది, పెళ్లిచేసి కూతుర్ని అత్తారింటికి పంపుతున్నట్టుగా అనిపిస్తోంది.
దూరదర్శన్ కోసం చేస్తున్న ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం శిక్షణ లో పాల్గొన్న పిల్లలు 
ఈ శుభసమయంలో ..
 నాజీవితాన్ని స్నేహ సౌరభాలతో అలంకరించుకోవాలి అని నిర్ణయించుకున్నాను. స్నేహితుడితో గడిపిన  ఆ తీపి అనుభవాలతో హృదయం నింపుకోవాలి అనుకున్నాను. సంవత్సరాలు మారుతున్నాయంటే సంబరాలు...
 అంతా ఇళ్ళు , షాపులు అలంకరించుకుంటారు. స్వీట్స్ తో నోరు తీపి చేసుకుంటారు  మరి జీవితాన్ని ఎలా అలంకరించుకోవాలి ?

స్నేహ సౌరభం , సేవా పరిమళం, జ్ఞాన కాంతులు , వెరసి జీవిత మాధుర్యం గా మిగులుతాయి అందుకే వాటితోనే జీవితాన్ని అలంకరించుకోవాలి .అందుకే మిత్రుడు , స్నేహాభిలాషి , జ్ఞానాభిలాషి పామర్రు వాసి హేమంత్ కి ఫోన్ చేసి పామర్రు వస్తున్నాను అని చెప్పి పామర్రు బయలుదేరాను.

(నాకు భోదన ద్వారా సేవ చేసే అవకాశం ఇస్తే చాలా సంతోషం. కొంతమంది గేలి చేస్తుంటారు. నీకెందుకు నీ పని చూసుకోక అని.  వారి మానసిక స్థితి అది.   దూరం భారం కాదు  అంగీరకారమే . పల్లెటూరు ఐన , పట్నమైనా , చిన్న స్కూల్ అయినా , కాలేజీ అయినా , యూనివర్సిటీ అయినా ఏదైనా ఒకటే.  జ్ఞానాభిలాషులు కొద్దిమందే .. జనాభిలాషులు కొద్దిమందే

సేవలో ప్రేమ మిళితమై ఉంటుంది. ఇంట్లో వాళ్లకి , తల్లి తండ్రులకి కూడా సేవ చేయలేని స్థితిలో కొంతమంది ఉంటారు. ముక్కూమొఖం తెలియని పెక్కు  మందికి మక్కువతో  సేవ చేయడమంటే ప్రేమించడమే. ఇదే యూనివెర్సల్ లవ్. చాలామందికి ఇది నమ్మబుద్ధి కాదు. ఇదో దుస్థితి.  ఎవరి స్థితి వారిది.

టెక్స్ట్ పుస్తకం కూడా చదవడం దండగ అని , పరీక్షలకి ముఖ్యమైన ప్రశ్నలు , పరీక్షముందు చదువుకునే వాడి చదువు దండగ. చాలామందికి  ఈ స్థితిలోనే  ఉన్నారు  ఇదో దుస్థితి.  ఆటలో మోసం చేసి నెగ్గే వాడి గెలుపు దండగ కాదా ? )

ముందుగా  టీచర్లతో ఒక  చర్చ ప్రార్రంభించాను  30 మినిషాల పాటు ఈ చర్చ కొనసాగింది. విద్యకి సంబంధించిన 10 ప్రశ్నలకి నిజాయతీ గా సమాధానం చెప్పడమే ట్రుథ్  అండ్ ఫిలాసఫీ అనే చర్చ. మధ్యాహ్నం లంచ్ తర్వాతా  పిల్లలకు ఫ్రెంచ్ కార్యక్రమం మీద శిక్షణ ఇచ్చాను.
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Philosophical - verse

 దేహమంటే దాహము — దాహము వలెనే దేహము తనివితీరని దాహము — తనువుల కొరకే మోహము దేహమంటే దాహము — కవ్వించు కామోత్సాహము  కన్నీటితో సహవాసము కనిపించని ద...