Old man , a poem

Let me thrust back into my chair , 

I am old now , I am weak a Meyer , 

Let me live my life in my chair , 

I 'll help myself , I 'll do it on my own ,

I am done with asking enough , I am done with losing hope . 

I am nearing the dome , near the darkest hole , 

My happy lived life are dug there with my new soul , 

My happier life are here , on this chair , 

Let me be the Meyer of my paradise , let me live on my own , 

I am done with asking enough , I am done with losing hope . 

Happier I am than ever , to be on my chair , 

Happier are my happiness than any sorrow worth a fare , 

I feel good on my poor throne , 

I am living the kingdom , I am leaving the king , leaving for the dome , 

Let me peace myself , when my body is piecing on its own , 

I am done with asking enough , I am done with losing hope . 

I am leaving this legacy here , I am leaving this chair with you , 

I am leaving all of mine here , 

I am taking , just me over there , 

I am nearing , I am hearing , 

The beats , the sound , that is coming through , 

The man is here to ride me to my dome , 

I had been since very long , I had been weighing my thoughts strong ,

I must leave now , I know there isnt anyone to wish , I stop , 

I must leave now , " I know . ". . . . . " I . . mu . .m. .",

I am done with asking enough , I am done with losing hope . 

I had to speak more , I had lot to say , 

I wish you learn , what you had to know , 

You may love ruling my kingdom , 

You may love ru . . . lin . . . ,

I 'll see you in the same chair , I know you 'll be on the same throne ,

For it was the only kingdom I left , 

It was the best thing I had , 

I am leaving my peace with you , 

I am leaving my p i e c e with you .

I am done with saying enough , I am now gaining hope , 

I have reached where I wanted to , do not worry , I am glad here

- Bharath R Rao , on chair

My question , a poem

. . . down the window is an open road ,

Up above is the sailing sky ,

Stuck amidst is an open life ,

Tell me or tell me late ,

(But) Answer me , for the heaven sake .

Why birds that fly are a happy life ?

Why they survive a lovely height ?

Why are their fur so soft ?

Why are they , nature's stars ?

Why are they the kite that fly ?

Why they die in the heaven's bed . . . ?

On the other hand . . on a second thought . . 

I have no such wings , I see ,

I survive but to live , 

I have the skin that may redeem ,

I have no such light to own ,

I  have no such strings to leap ,

I have no such deat to live .

Tell me or tell me late ,

(But) Answer me , for the heaven sake

-"Bharath R Rao" , with a question

A wish , a poem

. . . and the girl in the velvet skirt

A wish is yet to find reality , soon in years to come ,

A wish is yet to see the light of divine , to be blessed for all years written ahead ,

A wish , I live by , not with false hope , but true desire ,

A wish , I live for , not out of infatuation , but true love ,

A wish , I will want , to be true anytime , with peace and patience ,

A wish , I will want to live having you along , in the time to come ,

A wish , that is not just a romance or a touch of emotion ,

A wish , that is all pure , you will ever find in this era of pseudo successive generation ,

A wish , that may need just a wisdom of hope and trust .

O ! Girl in the velvet skirt , the one with a human heart ,

Doubt not a single word above ,

Question not , against any phrase to come ,

Ask , though whatever you may feel to ,

I promise to soothen , all your needs , 

I promise to lower the burden , if possible ,

Else , I 'll share it for sure , hurting not much of your delicate back .

A wish , that may take 10 years to accomplish ,

A wish , that may cost even , a higher price ,

A wish , that may leave me poorer than I already am ,

A wish , that may make a King out of no one ,

A wish , that is yet to see the later US ,

A wish , that may need just a wisdom of hope and trust .

O ! Girl in the land unknown , with the love for wine ,

Worry not about a single trouble ,

Rather fight against all odds , worry not who stand with you ,

As far as I am with you , you are not that alone as you find ,

They say , a word does it all ,

Be it a princly Castle or an ugly wall , a word . . . does it all ,

Lay that wall for your odds ,build that Castle to live in for US .

A wish , may then not just be within walls so opaque ,

A wish , may then not be this wide an illusion so uneasy ,

A wish , may then not be just Me and You ,

A wish , will then be US , like a solution inseparable ,

A wish , may then not be just this man and woman , UN-NAMED . . .

-Bharath R Rao , with a wish

Lights speak

. . . . saw it . Then , it attracted even more . Could not control myself from clicking it . The picture speaks for itself

 

Little Hearts

A very happy and hearty " Deepawali " to all of you present here . May these little hearts win you and your hearts . Come lets cherish it , a bit different way. . . .

Wooden Peelings

Our bodies may perish into earth , but they say our soul live forever . .
These " Wooden peelings " are so beautiful . . . even when the wood itself is not alive. .

A photograph is enough to provoke great thoughts