MYDAVOLU VENKATA SESHA SATHYANARAYANA who writes with the penname 'mahathi' is a postgraduate in law and once a practising lawyer in Nellore and later an officer in Central Industries ministry. He retired from Government service in 2014 'Mahathi' is considered as one of the finest Indian English poets of modern times, whose poetry is replete with high imagery, clear diction, humour, pun and satire. He is adept with both formal and free verse though most of his later works were composed in formal verse. So far his poetry was published as 6 collections and 3 epic long poems. His poems were published in a number of print journals and magazines like METVERSE MUSE, WESTWARD QUARTERLY MAGAZINE(Illinois) Society of Classical poets (New York), Bhakti Nivedana (US). His SUNDARA KANDA was serialized in SAPTAGIRI English MAGAZINE (TTD Publications) and many other articles and poems were published in the said magazine.
Its brittler than a heart, this piece of glass ...when kissed a heartless rock slivered with clanks and wine this, thinner than the tears, alas, gushed out anon, towards the gloomy banks.
But there is more in bottle, and more tears in eyes; ready to fill me more, and more to spill, till vision blurs, deafen the ears and seeps this poison deep into the core.
A seesaw state; between sweet memories and oblivion, like hiking up the hill and dribbling down. There're painful reveries and mirthful nightmares... wow they're all and nil.
This's living too, though not it's living right. But for lovelorns, nothing is left of right. (Dedicated to Omar Khayyam)
AN OLD STORY
An old story... I tell, but you can't recall! Those redolent rose petals once crushed under the time-wheel can never come to life! Many Springs and Autumns passed from then... I'm still here at the same place, but miles away in time, like any stoic banyan! A long ago I stopped greeting my newly sprouting leaves and looking at those fallen at my feet.
When you perched on my topmost bough; as I said, a long, long ago, I had some odd tickles..something new that gave me a taste sweet and unforgettable!
But you're business-like, I suppose... looked around, flashed a lovely smile at me, pecked few fruits, made rounds, collected fallen ripe fruits from the soil around my feet... all the while smiling at me and alas flew away without a parting word!
A rendezvous so short, that lasted just few minutes but of lasting impression.
Now again you came back and perching on the same bough, that became older now and creaking with sugery reminiscences! Your stares are queer, as if I'm a stranger or as if you perched on a wrong tree!
Damn it, I want to say now all that I wanted to say then. But, what's there to say, as much as the empty wind my boughs blow and meaningless ripples my leaves whisper? But still, I insist... yes, I have a story to tell... our story, old story...age old story... but you can't recall!
O' cloud-maiden, O' cloud-maiden, don't weep, don't weep! What jest thy yonder-man did croon, don't leap, don't leap! Let stars espy, planets lampoon... their peep is cheap.
Thou lament well, to douse thy woe... silly, silly! No reason though I see well so really, really! Jolly drizzles thy smiles, gusto chilly, shrilly! But lo, deluge thy wail, oh no vilely, vilely! O' cloud-maiden, O' cloud-maiden, don't weep, don't weep.
Whence fill our rivers, lakes and main as rain and sleet thee slake our thirst, thee make our grain. How sweet, how sweet! Thy tears of joy are pearls in chain of grace replete. Puddles thee make echo refrains of childhood tweets. O' cloud-maiden, O' cloud-maiden, don't weep, don't weep.
Are fun, love fights, when tempers fly; they say, they say! He slurs, thee purr, he pries, thee vie; ye play, ye play! It's game, thee win, he wins, sly, sly… but pray, we pray! Ye mind, thy neighbors living nigh O' yeah, O' yeah! He loves thee much, thy man the sky… allay, allay. O' cloud-maiden, O' cloud-maiden, don't weep, don't weep.
It's good... people's memory is short! The moments I rued that my good deeds were forgotten; of late, started melting down, when I realized that they let slip from their memories my misdemeanors too!
Now my craving for glory died away as much as the fear of infamy! My walk became steady, my eyes stopped veering around for some face either acquainted or much hated; and mind, well as empty as a summer furlough!
THE TALES I DIDN'T TELL
I told you my little harmless tales O' friend and made you laugh at my silly peccadilloes. But those blunders I did; those grossest sins I did perpetrate and those moments when my head had to hang down in shame my mouth had failed to utter dear.
Forgive my reticence O' friend.
It's human that I'm such a hypocrite. But carrying I'm, the load of my follies heavy on my heart's shoulders and traipsing hard to reach that Judgment Day for pouring them out as confessions before the ONE Who neither frowns nor laughs at them ...but simply executes His decision.