Satori 

 Satori in Progress

somewhere between 
the known and unknown 
a strange goodbye

sometime amidst
a dream and awakening 
a rekindled spark

thoughts traveling 
far-come home again
with no regrets 

unspoken words
settle into the corridors 
of contemplation 

I sit and smile
enjoying each moment 
as it swirls by

~ Aparna Reddy

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All Lives Matter

All Lives Matter:

If you are black,

you are at risk

if you are a shade darker 

than a brown paper bag

you too are next in line,

to be frisked 

by men in blue,

don’t be naïve 

and think you are safe

even if you are dapperly dressed

in your “good” neighborhood 

yes, you are a threat too

if you are a shade darker

than a brown paper bag

in your “good” neighborhood

“that boy was six foot tall”

“that man started to run”

“that boy reached into his pockets”

“that man was selling cigarettes on the sidewalk”

“this man was walking on the sidewalk”

no excuses work well 

when the system 

is bigoted as hell

now do you want to be

an apologist for ruthlessness 

and align with a shade of color?

Don’t all lives matter?

~ Aparna Reddy

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To Hyderabad with Love

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To Hyderabad with Love:

Oh Hyderabad,
the land of the laid back
your antique grace
still imbued in my heart

your mohallas albeit old
you carry a dignified charm
your gullies are narrow- yet
you have many enchanted

from Charminar to Osmania
my memories so entrenched
how can I ever forget your
decadent cultural heritage

the aroma of biryani of course
wafting through my mind
how can I not drool now
recalling the best I’ve ever eaten!

Ah! Hyderabad you bring
memories delicately wrapped
Sigh! dreamily thinking about you
as I sip my malai laced chai.

~ Aparna Reddy

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Potential

Life
makes us
what we are,
an opportune moment
awaits to reveal what we potentially
can be: eloquent, audacious or ingenious.

~ Aparna

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Monet’s Garden. Canon T3i

The Oldman and The Sea

I went for a walk at the marina today and I had the opportunity to enjoy the lovely surroundings as well as observe people on the pier. This poem instantly rolled out when I saw a little boy on the pier who was eager and excited with his bait and fishing rod… there was a glee and spark in him as he stood there waiting for the catch. There was an elderly gentleman right across contemplating about something, he seemed lost in his thoughts. Maybe he was looking at this boy and wondering about his own childhood days. His demeanor didn’t seem very optimistic about his catch but stood there looking pensively at the sea.

The Old Man and The Sea:

I was once a little boy
full of spirit and glee
the sea called me to come play:
I rolled on the sun stroked golden sand,
I ran on its sparkling shores,
as the wind hummed its tunes and the waves danced along,
I flung pebbles and played catch with the waves as they swept the shore,
years passed, the sea as youthful as always
but my limbs slow and my arms sore,
I now come to the tranquil sea and see endlessly,
the sea greets me, to come walk along,
the waves whisper to run with them,
I run- but with my thoughts if not my limbs,
I glance endlessly at the horizon as the ebb meets the setting sun.

~ Aparna

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कुछ खोये हुए पल ( Some Lost Moments)

कुछ खोये हुए पल ( Some Lost Moments)

कुछ खोये हुए पल
और हसीन लम्हे
लौट आते हैं
सुंधर सपने है
वह सच मुच्च
दिंल की गहरी सीडी
उतर आते हैं वो
आहिस्ता आहिस्ता
रूह को छू लेते है
हाथ फैलाते है हम
छूने की कोशिश में
और वो छूट जाते है
यादो की ल़हेरॉन मैं बार बार
फिर भी गुस्ताकि करते है हम
सपनो की रेत में लिखने की बार बार

~ अपर्णा

English Translation:

some lost moments
and happy memories
come back
in beautiful dreams
they are
truly beautiful indeed!
as they ascend
the deep stairs
of the heart
slowly and steadily
touching the soul
I extend my hand
and try touching them
they fade away quietly
into the waves
of my memories
over and over again
yet, I make the mistake
of writing in the sand
of my dreams
over and over again

~ Aparna

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