Those were the days of hardship for me, my soul . A time of sturn ambivalence , when my mind swung from one extreme to another. I was bedridden for days and months together. My heart went in search of my soul . My soul in search of truth. Why should i suffer ? Why is it that its me who alone is suffering ? Then came the answer : ITS NOT ME ALONE WHO SUFFERS; ALL PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING FROM ONE OR THE OTHER ILLNESS. Some are suffering due to lack of money; some are suffering by amassing wealth beyond need . Some die as they do not have water to shed tears; some die as they get carried in water..... And who else is suffering ? jesus ? why ? think ! you know...................................

Meanwhile I recovered from my illness . ITS THEN THAT for the first time in my life I heard an appealing song from outside my  house" kannanule kalaikalu yenadu agavule"(BOMBAY). An another sense has appealed to me

and I became a slave to it. Thus that song awoke in me the rhythm. I would gather those hazy clips I watched i my dreams together and make stories of them. In the backdrop a more  serious story ran. Due to complete unrest,   

family struggles, and "hell on earth", I turned into  first a skeptic, then converted CHRISTIAN. This could not help me overcome  my troubles   mishaps..... so I came to believe in the broad way; GOD IS GOD , RAM ,JESUS,ALLAH, PEACE, BELIEF. I heard the message of God. Every day I would go over the ceiling, pray to God ,lay there straying at the stars in the dark sky. I would pray there until I feel that my message is heard by God. Then something in me springs holiness( I WOULD FEEL SO).

The only thing I lacked is money. I must make money. Then I can spread the message of truth. So I chose computer science as my professional course. I get a lot of disgust when I have a lot of thoughts in my mind; but still cannot ink them for the sake of my academic studies. Some times i feel that i have lost my glamour as a poet. But my parents, especially their disputes, struggles help the ego, the conscience in me awake. You may think I'am being satirical but its true, my father is the mother of my poetry.

I'am indebted to several others who include my favorite English teacher , madam Shobhasupraja , my mother , and my best friend Muralidhar. 

GODS MESSAGE IS "PEACE" 

I WAS A SON WHO HEARD IT(IN FACT,I FEARED THAT Nostradamus'S PROPHESY WOULD COME TRUE)

YOU CAN CLEARLY FIND IT IN THE FOLLOWING POEM OF MY " THE HAZARDOUS LIFE IN 21st CENTURY")

THE GHASTLY THIRD WORLD WAR BEGAN
FIXING PEOPLE ONCE AGAIN
CHARGING DOWN EVERYTHING
GAYNESS IS ALMOST NOW SAGGING
I WANTED TO STOP IT BY WIELD
BUT SAW THIS TOO  DARTED 
I MUSE IT IS ALMOST WRECKING
BUT COULD NOT STOP SEARCHING
I SANK INTO THE GRUBBY TAR 
NOW AM CHOKED BY THIS WAR
FOR SIGHT CORPSES ARE UP HILL AND DOWN THE HALE
AND BLOOD BLED LIKE WATER WITHOUT SOUL
THERE IS NO HAULING BACK  FOR I KNOW
I SHOULD HELP INNOCENT IN THIS WOE 
SO KEEP DOING UNTIL THE DEADLY END 
ENTREAT TO GOD, FOR A SALVAGER TO SEND.

( I WOULD ARGUE " GOD U MADE THE EARTH. U HAVE THE RIGHT   TO DEMOLISH IT ,AND NO ONE  ELSE. NO ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO DICTATE WHAT HAPPENS IN THE FUTURE, EVEN IF HE KNOWS  IT TRULY. THAT U ARE THE ULTIMATE SOUL WHO CAN CHANGE IT EVEN AT  THE LAST MOMENT ") . 

NOW THE MESSAGE RECEIVER IS THE MESSENGER OF PEACE

I WILL SPREAD THE MESSAGE OF TRUTH   

I SHOULD HAVE NO BARRIERS, NO ENEMIES

POEMS OF LOVE

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