Monday, April 13, 2015

Earth is spinning we are still
water is flowing creek is still
Hummingbird is flapping it is still
Heart is beating we are alive

My City and Mountains Stay with me Stay
My Lakes and clear skies stay with me stay
my rabbits and my flying birds stay with me stay
Sun rises and sun sets stay with me stay
Flowing creeks and blowing wind stay with me stay

Clear Starlit sky
faraway oceans and streams
gentle wind carrying purity
filled the valley with warmth

light's affair to shine
melting into dew drops
filling life's thirst
always ends where it starts




Its a Song
Its a poem
Its a team
Its a family
Its Molena
I love Molena
God give me such a love
That I do not know anymore where I am
That I am lost away from myself
Against my own will
That yesterday mingles with today
That I would become only that desire
That no image satisfies
Take me, Remove me from myself
And finally Fill me with you


Friday, April 10, 2015



  • Flowing Creek Tall Grass Resting Geese Life is everywhere
    Gentle Wind Dancing Leaves Blowing Pollen Regeneration
    Glowing Mountains Radiant Flowers Crossing Rabbits Who said it is wild
    Brutally Honest Keeping relationships Dear Friends Good Times and Bad Times Always Alive
Time Makes Flowers Blossom Time makes clouds rain Time makes birds fly Time makes babys grow
Time brings seasons change Time brings people together Time brings days and nights Time brings change

Time makes earth rotate Time makes past and future Time melts the distance Time makes humans evolve



  • Being one with calm ocean Being one with blowing wind Being one with burning fire Being one with Mother earth
    Being one with flying bird Being one with crying baby Being one with mothers love Being one with flowing river
    Being one with blooming flower Being one with sleeping child Being one with smiling Master Being one with glowing sky
    Being one with light in the heart Being one with Rising wave Being one with shining Sun Being one with Melting Ice
    Being one with Love of the God
  • Hemasri Chava
  • నాకూ కవిత్వం రాయటం వస్తే నా అనుభవాలు కవితలైతే పచ్చని చీరలో సింధూర భానునికై ఎదురుచూసే పర్వత శ్రేణుల గురించి వేకువ ఝాము మౌనం మూట కట్టుకుని ఈ నిశి రాత్రి వెలుగు కౌగిలిలొ కరిగి పొవటం గురించి ఒక్కో గడ్డిపరక తుషార బిందువుని వయ్యారం గా ప్రహారా సైనికుని తుటాలా మొయ్యటం గురించి ఆకాశం హరివిల్లు రంగులద్దుకుని ఆ ప్రశాంత సరస్సుల అద్దాలలో ప్రతిబింబాలను ప్రతిఫలించటం గురించి అమాయకంగా మిణుకు మిణుకు వీధి దీపాలు నగరానికి వెలుగునిస్తూ, ఆ సూర్య చంద్రుల ఉనికిని మరిపించటం గురించి పక్షుల గానామ్రుతం ఆ శ్రీవారి సుప్రభాతం లా తెలవారటం గురించి వయస్సు, ఆస్తి, అంతస్తుల , స్త్రీ పురుష భేధం లేకుండా వణికించే చలిలో, పర్వతారోహణం చెసె ప్రతి మదిలో హ్రుదిలో కనపడని ప్రేమ గురించి ఆ ప్రేమని పంచే శ్రుష్ఠి కర్త ప్రాణికోటి గుండెల్లో నివాసం ఏర్పరచుకోటం గురించి భానుని ఆగమనంతో ఉదయానికి వీడ్కోలు పలికి ఉక్కిరి బిక్కిరి పనులతో పరుగులు పెట్టటం గురించి సాయం సంధ్య అలవోకగా బంగారు కాంతులతో రాత్రి కి స్వాగతం పలకటం గురించి రాయలని ఉంది
  • Hemasri Chava

Homage to My Grandfather

My grand father continues to live in my heart, even though he has left this physical world, I can not imagine him as gone and so I write of him in the present.  Let us celebrate his presence in our lives.

He is a legend, he is our hero, he is a silent worker.  He goes by his heart.  He listens completely, and he is fully present all the time.  He sings, he writes, and his beautiful hand writing speaks for his heart.  His letters always started with Ubhaya kushalopari (memu ikkada kshemamu, meeru akkada kshemama!) and the conclusion was always a kosamerupu.  His abundant simplicity and selfless service definitely made this world a better place.  He lived a complete life, always with contentment.  Let us celebrate his presence in our lives.  I have always believed my grandparents created a beautiful path for us to march toward humanity.  They were born beyond our time and generation.  I have not seen many Indian people, especially male, who worship their work.  Household work, or outside work, he always loved doing it.  He may be walking miles to fetch drinking water from the creek or carrying a big haystack...knowing that the buffaloes would be happy to receive their food.  I was so fortunate to be part of these chores in my childhood.  He used to let me be with him and he used to let me feel that I was contributing.  My grandparents introduced me to book reading and thanks to Veerulapadu for being a beacon.

When my mother was pursuing her studies, they had to walk miles to catch the train.  Every year I had the opportunity to spend my vacation with my grandparents.  Their unconditional love and progressive thinking shaped me to handle this world.  I have always seen them as manifestation of love.  They helped me build my confidence.

They have given their helping hand to many in many ways.  His religion was humanity and he never believed in the caste system.  He never fought about the existence of God, but he always believed helping people was paramount.

Silence is his language, but he was also very expressive at the same time.  He always lived in the present.  He lived by his needs, not by his wants.  I do not remember if he ever had any desires.  He lived in tune with nature.  For being who he was, he did not get any awards; he did not get into publicity.  He left no marks, not any carbon footprints.  I feel closer to him than ever before, by carrying his essence and simplicity in my heart.  He left the bondage of his physical body, physical world and he is marching towards brighter world.  Let us all pray for his soul to continue his journey to the next worlds , let us all march in the path that he set for us all.  Let us all carry his goodness.