Thoughts

All these unintelligent musings, scattered  

Bound by a single thread into the oblivion 

Absorbing the stillness and the quiet. 

These scattered thoughts, writings, CALL; 

Travel across the unceasing times 

Echoing Through the patterns of sound. 

Floating, soaring. 

Beneath  the silver moon, Amidst the stars, Bright as the rising sun. 

Of spring's willing fragrant winds, 

And a river's Leaping wisdom condensed into a single stream. 

Breathing. Just breathing. 

Observing and  Learning. 

One moment at a time. 

A million hearts beating as one. 

I am more human than I was. 

Vavilala Pavana Sai Mahathi

II Btech , Cse-B

THIS BOY

DESCRIPTION: MOST OF THE BOYS WHO ARE ABUSED DON'T FIND A VOICE TO SEEK HELP. THIS POEM IS AN EMPATHETIC ATTEMPT AT THIS FRONT.

DEDICATION : TWISTED MAGE! :)

I was just a little boy
Innocent, I was too
But soon I was disabused.
His hands strayed where they shouldn't
My pain for his sick pleasure.
I was his dark amusement,
With every touch and every slap:
The boy was killed a little more.
Soon, there remained just a shell
My childhood stolen from me.
Not a night went by,
with the nightmares at bay,
And my days,an inferno of pain and fear. And my soul burning fire.
Deep into the darkness,
I try to slay my demons but my sword was blunt.
Outside: I was but an introvert to everyone who would see.
Inside: I was a beautiful mess.
You don't know, what that neighbor did to me.
I would tell you if I could.
You couldn't understand if you tried;
And couldn't be sorry enough.
I'm sorry that I could have stopped it earlier,
But my VOICE was tied.

- V. PAVANA SAI MAHATHI

DIVINE

Day after day, day after day
Through never ending nights
The conquest to capture,
The melodies of life.
This thought stubborn in mind
Thus bleeds my heart.
Seems like god's hand reached my soul
Healing and molding it, is what it feels.
The aching heart, a moment ago
But now is full of peace.
In the evermore blissful state
And the blinding light, illuminates,
The secrets of life.
As my life finds Nirvana,
Emotion surges through me
Of the greatest intensity
And everlasting, exuberant joy.
Swept by the winnowing, rustling wings.
And touched by the white light.
Consumed tears are let out.
Carefree and boundless eternal song,
Singing and feeling the melody
Seep my heart, mind and soul.
Beauty of all dis-illusion things
Find my awe-struck eyes.
The magical sounds and the nature songs
Are part in and out, made in AUM.
Soulless past turn to a soulful prominent present and a fearless future.
The cosmic light fills my immortal coil,

Dragging me away from the mundane world
Finding a cause, a reason to experience the joy of god-communion.
That brought forth the energetic lifetrons thus.
With this knowledge, the oceanic churnings, the volcanic earth,
finally find calm and peace.
With this, I commune with the,
Knowledgable-mine, the sea of mirth
Away from the mortal plane
Into the liquid light, the all-prevading bliss.

- V. Pavana Sai Mahathi

CASABIANCA

THE boy stood on the burning deck

Whence all but him had fled;

The flame that lit the battle's wreck

Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm;

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud, though childlike form.

The flames rolled on -- he would not go

Without his father's word;

That father, faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud -- "Say, father, say,

If yet my task is done?"

He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, father!" once again he cried,

"If I may yet be gone!"

And but the booming shots replied,

And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death

In still, yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,

"My father! must I stay?"

While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.

They wrapt the ship in splendor wild,

They caught the flag on high,

And streamed above the gallant child,

Like banners in the sky.

There came a burst of thunder sound--

The boy -- oh! where was he?

Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea!--

With mast, and helm, and pennon fair

That well had borne their part--

But the noblest thing that perished there

Was that young, faithful heart.

- FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS

SHE

SHE, the merciful one,

Destiny's child,

With pleasantness inborn.

One fine evening it all changed.

SHE, devoid of any hope,

Pain with every breath,

All ties to life broken

Flying across a barren land.

Sadness seems to fill her cup,

As grief strikes her heart,

Tears find their path,

And anger burns her core.

Her soulless-eyes,

The windows to her soul,

Show the beast deep inside, breaking out.

V. Pavana Sai Mahathi

A WOMAN GONE MAD

What happened to lillian that laid her low

Who was there to land the final blow

Was she the user, was she used,

All kinds of ways she was abused

Left lying there on the beach 

Redemption so far out of reach

Temptation there to draw her in

Like eve's apple, tasting of sin

Wondering now as she lies

Tears of pain run from her eyes

End now in sight, of that she's glad

No more pain, this Woman Gone Mad. 

- MARK DAVIS

MY JUNGLE BOOK

The glorious day is shielded from eyes

as the leaves cover the sky;

with a bright misty-mossy green;

and the sun-rays feel feeble under the shade.

A cold, chilly breeze is felt,upon my back;

and a tingling tremble  marathons my spine;

as I listen silently to the squeaking spectacle

and the chittering-chattering crowd.

The slithering snakes pay me a visit;

extending their slim bodies across the tress.

the majestic beasts are all but gone,

lapping in the water is all it seems.

The beautiful timid flying kites

remind me of morning glory,

as they fill the air with the touch of melody

and leave a charm in their wake.

A faint sound can be heard

of the ways of streams and pools,

all the dripping and dropping

and the rip-tip-tap, complete the inventory.

V. Pavana Sai Mahathi