Tempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga Yadagiri, a Tall Hill A man may be tiny, but his desires are big. A baby nightingale in a crow’s nest! The pious bonds of faith, devotion aren’t specific only to Indians; they are seen all over the world! Torments visit us even when uninvited, yet […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 28. Persons Outwitting Time If ten words strum the lute of the heart, ten notes reach the pages of history. Essence accrues with ripeness and struggles with readiness. Like a brook of oneness,let us become writable songs and heal the wounds! I am a lone army […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 27. Balu Everywhere When solitary birds suspend their waiting glances from nests hiding fruit bunches of pain behind smiles… When someone wants to swim in the sea of sense slipping into deserts or jungles, then Balu, the shower of your sweet notes gives solace. In our […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 26. Vine with No Leaves Knowledge is turning into a forest amid hard times, animosities that are moving as waves. This city with burning trees is akin to a coffin; it’s like a cistern filled with silent dark melancholic songs. A traitor it is: when asked […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 25. ‘Re’public Day All the beautiful occasions of hoisting the existence flags open as festivals. A victory drum sounded at the midnight of Fifteenth August, Nineteen Forty- Seven; the sky of national feeling blossomed in the form of hubbub everywhere. It stood in front of us […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 24. Lamp of Hopes This is the introduction from my philosophy landto the tone of life when the future excesses are taking shape. As if passing days in the calendar with balance, you pushed some memories into oblivion! Selfish thoughts as your attires, thirst for power […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 23. Learned Masters He ties new swings to the twinkles of your eyes; wraps with ropes of teaching, exercises. Fixes you as a pen or book on the tool of time, puts you on track. When exams are your ultimate aim he sculpts your brain, carves […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 22. Home Dwelling I am deeply immersed in thoughts My mind has now become a newspaper; it cannot fill my fist. New light is being transmitted to the kitchen! I salute this strange free time; it doesn’t allow to stir the curry while cooking, how much […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 21. New Mirror Taunting words at home turn into embers even before childhood isn’t over and age is not ripe for responsibilities. The age difference between brothers is played up, yet wounds of sex determination are born. School precincts are not those of heart. Tender branches […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 20. Nature of Shadows The whole night is falling as drops; the imbibing method is becoming symbolic. Some thoughts are printing cosmic rays, wayward moments, and stars not reaching the retinal sky, fascinating in the perspective. Some harsh delicate silent notions on either side of life’s […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 19. P.V., You Are the Renown of Telugu A huge natural wall stood as a revolution The whole story of the steps is a war field. Many have set traps but couldn’t catch the lion, your intelligence that is! When truth, virtue had no value, were […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 18. Poet Some people just scribble Some toil and some have illusions. The others own magical feats, humility; turn into musical instruments, ragas, beatsor lyrics. Some have artistic outlook, streams of poesy. Some have selfishness, others repulsion for lucre. Some bank upon or sell away flowers, […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 17. Time to Grow The sky is torturing. Let alone guarding the infinite universe, it’s crushing under its foot, the endangered faith. It is useful neither for dried coir nor for fire. How tiny your heart is amidst your henchmen, how senseless your conceit, is not […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 16. Bonalu – Dazzlers of Art When devotees pour ‘five syllables’ in the vault of the heart and intelligence becomes a firmament of piety, they place faith on heads, turn themselves into a carnival. Hunger, food… they are not recent ones, but came into existence when […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 15. In this Battlefield She is a flutter that made virility smoulder in the field of war; the lustre of gems she is. She kindles the light of erudition, and the flourish of hard work. So she is not a policewoman, but a policeman! She completes […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 14. The Song of the Present It’s a song; it embraced a long silence, crossedthe tombs of hatred near the bonds of affection. A dwelling erected in our life struggle. It has seen not only the stars In the firmament, the ripples in the sea, and […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 13. Book is our Flag Like a mother who directs a crawling child Like the father who teaches his son how to run Like the teacher who dispels fear from the mind Like the temple that tells God is present in the heart of one and […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 12. Monopoly It’s an indoor game that fell into the hands of tiny tots. Irrespective of the season it gives a yield of bucks unseen earlier. A nice game it is… that of e-business No great fascination or rapture in the distribution of intellect. Only a […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 11. Corona, We Aren’t Afraid! We wage war individually, and fight the same single battle. We lie in wait separately. You are a microbial bomb, not an atomic one! So why do we fear you? We won’t tie you to stop you from touching us. We […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 10. Bell of Virtue In the flux of a scene where silence overflows, render your brain formless a bit. Meanwhile, it is not just your dreams, but heart’s burden that is emptied. In the darkness where fireflies emit light, inordinate sound brooks keep flowing. Many are […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 9.Scissors Whena flame rages beneath the pan of half-cooked rice, I feel the pain of besieging taunts. Like the stories of paltry grains for hungry stomachs, in the shade of subject, object, verb amidst the disparities between rich and poor, I feel as if I got […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 8.Homage of Syllables Whenever occasions don’t revert halfway, all the experience should listen, say, see the words of known people, things worth knowing, deeds to be divulged and become a journey not waited. When answerless questions come near, immerse in NEWS, play the game of four […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 7.Farmer Couple He becomes a plough to till the land in sowing season; she transforms into a basket of cold food in the red hot sun. He becomes the toil of the tilling harrow in his field; she walks behind him to sow the seeds dexterously. […]
Continue ReadingMusic of the heart(poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury Handicapped -blind You need not sing songs of sympathy You need not play violin’s piteous sigh With sad note – Of all the senses eyes are primary One cannot have life without eyes Don’t push them into the wells of depression They have to […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 6.Special Soldier He is a picture of opulence on the retina; a sacred figure without many hues. He won many a million hearts. Wherever his sweat falls, there germinates mother’s love, blesses. In the nights and afternoons when mud blossoms, at a time when the branches […]
Continue ReadingDeath Warrants (poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury An endless joy it is After the head-bath, washing the hair For some the body feels comfortable Moves freely in the swing For some the head-bath itself is A ritual, that sends one to lands More comfortable, then it is an explosion! Yes, Hunger is […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 5.Osmania, the Glowing Lamp Always, I throw a couple of old dreams in front of me. When searching for similarities, Osmania emits the echoes of peace songs and those of valour from its rocky walls. Conceiving spirit, shaping expression it keeps filling the voids of my […]
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Peacock of the Rain (poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury As when a poem that has not taken shape In the mind since long, emerges suddenly Opening the fan of raindrops, The peacock of the rain, breaks into a dance. As when some unseen goddesses Rain jasmines with cupped hands, Like the pearls […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga Translator’s Note I have been trying to take some good Telugu literature into English for a long. In that process, I translated the stories of VattikotaAlwaruSwamy, Dasarathi Krishnamacharya, andKalojiNarayanaRao. Besides rendering such good fiction, I translated modern poetry as well. However, […]
Continue ReadingOn the Morning It Rained (poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury Early morning With sleepy eyes As soon as I come to the front door Lo, a wonderful visual poem I see That mesmerises the mind The hurried jobs of morning, job-related Drudgery of house and kitchen work forgotten, Relaxing in the green […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga I Go Along with Time Has my observation of society increased since poetry writing became a fond habit for me?I am unable to tell whether I am turning myself into poesy only from the observation of society. Yet I have no habit […]
Continue ReadingOnce in a Month (poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury The permanent address for my ATM card is always my husband’s pocket I forgot the pin numbers long time back Like the memory of ancient life In the days when the salary was Given in hand One day at least The salary baby […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga Lustre of Erudition Surrounds Her If people born in a family of great tradition hold the flag of defiance, it causes some surprise. If they follow the same path of rationalism and struggle throughout their life without retreating to the destination, it […]
Continue ReadingHorsely Hills (poem) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury Like a Hurricane lantern Hung to the hook of the sky Slowly climbing the ladder of the Peaks of mountains, the morning Sun Like the bright red hibiscus Like a yellow chrysanthemum Like a fully blossomed jasmine This Lotus lover Is cool handsome god of […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga ‘A preview ‘ Poetry mirrors life. It’s a true reflection of life in discernible hues. Therefore, it is aptly said that poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash(Leonard Cohen). Covid-19 pandemic […]
Continue ReadingIn the Desert sans words (poems) Telugu Original: Mandarapu Hymavati EnglishTranslation: Syamala Kallury After a day of stressful pressures, many and varied After I return home on lifeless evenings Like a dried branch of Amaranthus I intend to lean on your shoulder and rest Washing my limbs in the still waters of a quiet pond […]
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