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Shilpa Chaganti Poem
A
Small baby,
Tiny and frail
Deserted he was
By all his kith and kin
Wandering the world
Alone and pointless.
No compass to guide
Him no destination to
Stop him he went
With the wind
And ate with
The mud
Saving
Himself
From
Withering out and
Vanishing he survived with just the will
To make a difference after a long journey
In the world wild and harsh he could
Not stand nor sit nor move ahead
After all, he was
Tiny
And
Small
Weakened
By all
The
Nature
Too
Crumpled him
With mighty cruelty tyranny of
The sun made him flinch the ruthless wind
And rain had him drench and drown
The frail little baby could not
Move
Anymore
He
Was
Stuck
In
The mud
Helpless and isolated
His energy gave up but not his will...
He wanted to live and make a difference...
He drank it all… The mud and the sun and the water
Which conspired against him then made him alive again now...
He woke with renewed vigor and grit broke the tough earth and sprouted up
The sun and earth and water all gave in and the frail little baby grew Heading straight towards the soaring skies... He was no more weak and helpless Deep into earth and yet high into sky... Humble and modest and generous as a sage... Though courage and strength and might of warrior he has...
19 December 2016
For Contest: Concrete Crush by FL Thomas
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The place where I used to stay,
I used to learn and eat and play,
My so many friends and toys
The shared sorrows and joys
The childish quarrels we had
Hitting each other like mad
The teachers' great helps
Our unnecessary yelps
The care and love and courage
Preparing us for the future age
The fun we got
The fights we fought
All these are the memories I weave
My school, I will one day leave...
(A very old piece of writing retrieved from my school diary..)
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Deep in the Silent darks,
wandering and swaying around
I was, once content with life full
and concern less.
None to lad me with the
burdens of responsibilities,
nor someone to share
my loneliness.
Life held for me little surprises,
and even fewer
excitements in the
monotonous chores.
On one such dark
expeditions, was i broke off
my usual routine
when I met her...
Imperfect she was...
And also intruding and irritating..
But I too was not more
perfect, and longed to
give her company and also,
to have her presence.
She was always there- Sometimes distracting
and some others even annoying-
Pricking and pinching and
stinging me now and then.
I did it all-
Soothing her and
cajoling, as she
Screamed and chided me.
Eventually, and gradual it was,
she too showed a change-
Sublimed was she and
also softened
My love and patience blooming
and bearing fruits,
She glowed brightly with
strong sensuality
and delicate frailness.
A gift she was... Although in disguise!!
I cherished her beauty and form,
with all the reverence I could muster...
I loved her too much to leave,
making the inevitable parting
even more impossible...
She vanished suddenly
as she had once appeared..
As a pearl, most ditinguished
and unique...
Abandoning me there...
A deserted oyster to die
In the still waters of unending depths..
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A treasured chest
Flooded with things
Petty and significant,
Old and new,
Dreaded and cherished,
But abstract all the same...
All carefully stored
And well hidden
As potent and alive they now are..
Through ages of chested living
They assumed life again;
The life that once belonged
And entwined many a life
Is now their own
They live and relive again
All those lives whenever
They wish to...
Making the audience cry
Along with them or
Spread their own smile
Onto the faces of all...
Potent enough to
Trigger any emotion
Onto the onlooker and
Wrench the hearts
And mirror their
Own life to them...
Impossible to get rid of...
Like a trail left by
The water flown...
Though locked and shut,
The chest somehow gains
Control over the soul itself...
Still the chest shall
Ever remain
Treasured as it contains
The invaluable memories of Life
I once lived...
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Let's me sail free, yet holding me together tight
Stays firmly grounded, for me, to attain horizons bright
All through the rough rains, gives me all my might
In the insane winds lets me realise to set my sails right
Silently promising me safety, in the moonless dark night
The love unconditional that holds me sane in the plight
Bound to me all along; in my misery and delight
Caring for me like a baby, never letting me out of sight
Away fighting the storms, guarding me ever, like a knight
Yet at the slightest distress, beside me winning my fight
Calming my anxious nerves with his steady quite
Though weighing down with all his bulk, keeps me cool and light
In the lone seas holding my life out to him with trust forthright;
My Anchor is the reason I see hope of new day at every twilight...
Dated: 16/03/2016
Posted on: 31/01/2017
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Sway of Death
The unmatched Perfection
Strived to be attained by every fragment of the Nature
The epitome of Subtleness
In the otherwise explicitness of the harsh Universe
The permanent Abode
In the place so uncertain to find even gentle Havens
The Serenity so longed
In the worldly hustle of the busy life
A gentle loving Caress
In the self-important society of hypocrites
The ultimate Reality
In the trajectory of life full of mirages and mires
The Sway of the Supreme Death...
Natural and very inevitable yet dreaded and unwelcome...
Dated: 12/02/2015
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The Inseparable Chaos and Order
I love being a confusing clutter.. caring not to cure it;
Cutting off the classic for the colour- filled chaos;
I am the craft of being creative in my own chaotic way;
The nature of Nature itself, is curved towards chaos;
But the orderly order is so amazing, I always awe and envy;
Often achieved and obtained by the most honoured;
Adorably astute to always accept me even amidst all my inadequacies.
Dated: 28/01/2017
Contest: Seven for Chaos and Order
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In the cold night sky, sat the moon
Elegant though modest
Among the glittering stars dotting on him,
Like a pearl exuding careless grandeur
Lying on a purple silk blanket...
Witnessing the leaf-rustling breeze
Imparting life to the dead night...
The lake singing the rippling melody
With its silvery waters
Accompanied by the soft orchestra
Of the breeze swept reeds...
There in the middle of all this was she
Yet so far away...
Swimming the warm waters of her memory pond
Savoring every stroke, reliving every moment
Etched deep in her heart...
Feeling the cold breeze gently ruffling
Her soft hairs away from her face
Yet not-so-feeling it all
Silent tears sliding down her moist cheeks
Like dew rolling down a grass-blade
The immortal memories tasting bitter-sweet
Teasing in the lone darkness
Yet not alluding company all along the journey...
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I own two pairs of shoes
That hold a little magic of their own
The first pair is my favorite,
Yet is so rarely worn.
The shoes I step into
Only in my sleep or when
I get stupid and selfish.
Those are the shoes that
Fit me perfectly; made for me...
Like "my" pair of shoes.
So often I wish to lend
Them to someone,
Just for a while...
The one I argued with;
Or try one I was judged by; or
The one who fought with me;
Or the one who loved me.
When they think I am
Crazy or when they
Think I need to be more mature;
I just want them to
Step into "my" shoes and
See it all..
Feel it all...
My other pair of shoes--
The ones that are more often worn,
And they are a little
More magical, or so I feel.
I keep them safe and hidden,
Packed neatly in a box.
I take them out when I am
Feeling low and lonely
I take them out and think
Hard of the person
I love or miss
Or I fight or I judge
And the magical shoes
Turn themselves into theirs..
I put them on, in my
Silent, cozy room when I am alone
Staring into the mirror
Imagining myself to be
The one I loved or I missed
Or I fought or I judged moments ago..
The shoes then make
Me walk the room like them
See what they see,
Feel what they feel,
Say what they didn't say,
Do what they wanted to...
These pairs of shoes are
Not just any accessories
They are the reason
I am still loving and missing
And fighting and judging
And doing it the right way,
For the right people...
These make me see all the
Beauty in a person like they see
Like I see myself
In "my" pair of shoes...
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In the purplish dark night,
Stars twinkling and gleaming
With the rhythmic randomness...
In the soft breeze and velvety chill
Shivered the frail shrubs
and tiny buds in their sleep...
Romancing the clouds and stars,
Was the moon with his
Irresistible and unignorable glow...
The lake's rustle and ripple
Breaking the silence of the night
So dark, though inviting and tranquil...
There was I, absorbing it all
Trying to forget my loneliness
That made my tears run,
Rolling down like pearls
Deserted by their beloved shell..
Heavy and hurt, there I stood
Recollecting the times when
it was different and beautiful
But now it was just a memory
Like a fragrance left just to feel
Of a flower long withered...
All I had now was just me and.. my shattered heart
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