మీ మనసుని ఇచ్చిపుచుకొండి, కానీ అది బందికానా అవ్వకూడదు. ప్రకృతి మాత్రమే మీ మనసుకి నిజమైన యజమాని.
గుడి స్తంభాలు అన్నీ కలిసి గోపురాన్ని నిలబెట్టినా, విడిగానే కదా నిలుచున్నాయి? ఒక మర్రిచెట్టు నీడల్లో మరో మర్రిచెట్టు ఎదగలేదు కదా!
Tag: epic
In the Quest of Light #1: A Promise Made to the Woman.
{Authors Note: The semi-epic journey I am going to elaborate through this series of journals is not a subject of debate of being a fact or fiction. This is a writer’s voice and I hope you’d enjoy these as they are, trying not to decode too much or trying not to deduce the facts from…
The Chains of Heaven – A Semi-Epic Poem {77 Lines – With a Mexican Myth Tie-up}
The Chains of Heaven – Intro The Premeditation: Every time I start writing a poem, the toughest and the most boring part of the blog would be this premeditation part. I know, but what to do, it is a memoir. I just cannot leave it. Before going to the poem, I want to express, and…
A History of Durjaya RudhiraaDhira – The Scion of DakshinaAranya #1
Here begins the history of one of the greatest men ever walked in the forests of DakshinaAranya and in the kingdom of NarmiDesha. The king, the legend and a hailed DemiGod – Durjaya RudhiraaDhira.
The Deific Cycle of Bholenath – A Tale of Divine Intervention
Him and The Pillars: The thousands of pillars that stand letting the roof guard the tens of thousands of people in the temple strike a smiling similarity between what I think of my own life. Pillars – they are architectural monuments. They stand defeating the sands of time. They mark the existence of a temple…
The Cosmic Accident – The Three Arrows of The Lord
“प्रपञ्चसृष् ट्युन्मुखला सयकायी समस्तसा महारकताण्डवाया | जगज्जनन्यै जगदेकपित्रे नमः शिवायै च नमः शिवाय || “ “Prapancha srushtyun muka lasyakayai, Samastha samharaka thandavaya, Jagat jananyai Jagatheka pithre, Nama Shivayai cha namashivaya.” “My salutations to both Parvathi and Shiva, To Her whose dance marks the creation of the world, To Him whose dance destroys everything, To…
The Stinking Skin – The King of Seas
There is a lot to say; there was so less. There is so much to think; there was nothing at all. There was a whole world to go; there is no place like home. Home. The more I think, the more vague it becomes. The more I try to remember, the more I forget, and…
Padmavati : A Proud Hindu Rajput Queen
So, let’s enter the intriguing tale of talking parrots, dangerous seas, God’s, wars, passionate heroes, venomous villains and most importantly, a beautiful race of women. Poets are the best. They got their primary and secondary imaginative faculty working very well. Even that’s what makes them different from others, if you ask me. With a little…
