Yoga-Siddhi-Praptirastu!

Living in this moment is a blessing.

Self motivated strive to be in the present is a fortune.

Each breath in and out, like the Sun and the Moon resembles day and night with in the living.

Dualness in existence is inevitable,

whether to be fragile or strong,

is a choice. 

With Yoga one can consciously make each moment graceful.  When to initiate the practice, it's always NOW! As Patanjali said in Yogasutras... "And now, Yoga!"

Life will be in its utmost divine nature,

when body and mind are in complete oneness. 

Long live the ultimate Indian tradition of absolute dedication and focus. 

With Gratitude and respect to all Yoga Gurus. Let bhogis and roghis choose the path of Yoga! And be in Enlightenment!

YogAUM! Yoga Siddhi Praptirastu!

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Dedicated to Apsara Vydyula!

Mitra Kavyyamu - A Salutation to the Sun God

CheekaTi lokamlo maanavulu agNaanam, Bayamto vonukutunTe.naaraayaNuDu dayakaligi suryuDini rakshanakavachamla ivvaDam jarigindi

i BhaskaruDini

 "varam" anTe manaku jeevitam, 

"enDa"anTe naShTame kalugutundi

i DinakaruDu bhoomini anta kappabaDina 

-"maaya"ane sthiTilonunchi "laya"-ane-

muktiki daari chuupinche graharaaju-dae

i Sashira-kiraNaanni poojalu

punaskaaralu cheasevaariki ninDu nuarrela aayussu

i AdhityuDne- Yogamtho namaskaram cheaseevaariki karma papalu tolagunu!

Ravindharaya Namaha ...

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Inspired by - Konatham Ravindhar Reddy

Translated and corrected by Badavath Praveen Kumar

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మిత్ర కావ్య్యము-

 సూర్యభగవానుడి కి నమసుమంజలి

చీకటి లొకంలొ మానవులు అజ్ఞానం,

భయంతొ వొనుకుతుంటె.నారాయణుడు దయకలిగి సుర్యుడిని రక్షనకవచంల ఇవ్వడం జరిగింది

ఇ భాస్కరుడిని

 "వరం" అంటె మనకు జీవితం, 

"ఎండ"అంటె నష్టమె కలుగుతుంది

ఇ దినకరుడు భూమిని అంత కప్పబడిన 

-"మాయ"అనె స్థితిలొనుంచి "లయ"-అనె-

ముక్తికి దారి చూపించె గ్రహరాజుడె

ఇ శషిర-కిరణాన్ని పూజలు

పునస్కారాలు చేసెవారికి నిండు నూర్రెల ఆయుస్సు

ఇ ఆధిత్యుడ్ని- యోగనమస్కారం 

చేసెవారికి కర్మ పాపాలు తొలగను!

రవింధరాయ నమ: ...

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ప్రేరణ: కొనతం రవింధర్ రెడ్డి

అనువదం: బాదవత్ ప్రవీణ్ కుమార్

రచన : మథివనన్ మనికంద ప్రభు

Flowers make us think little and feel more

Religion opens all its doors for you to decorate the almighty,

Love, tender or mature, seeks your presence for its proposal,

Art learnt its first colour lessons from your vibrant petals,
You the flowers make us think little and feel more.

Nature, always chooses you as its ambassador to show us its divine charm.
Its our ignorance to adore you in a vase or grow you in a mud pot.
But still you bloom blissfully as though deeply rooted in earth's beautiful garden.
You the flowers make us think little and feel more.

You may giggle at our selfishness for preserving -
your gracious posture in portraits and in artificial flowers,
your mesmerizing fragrance in perfumes and medicines.

But we always invite you,
to grace all our occasions,
from celebrating the union of hearts,
to mourning the departure of soul from its physical form.

You the flowers make us think little and feel more.

(Photography: Manikanda Prabhu)

~ Into the woods ~

An early morning walk into the woods,
fortunes nature lovers to observe,
the sleeping and yawning leaves slowly waking up,
to the rising sun and chirping of birds.

                                   

With red, yellow and purple colors on tender petals,

flowers lure and seduce passersby for a poetic praise,

whilst wild thorns on the stem are on guard,

to protect their blooming petal cousins from abductions.

Slipping into contraction stance with the slightest touch,
meet the shy and sensitive ‘Touch-me-not’.
Trapping insects and spiders with the slightest contact,
meet the poisonous and carnivorous ‘Venus flytrap’.

It’s the rich natural cultivation, 
unfolding its divine beauty and mystic charm.

Hard to grasp and interpret,
the silent whispers of these green and flowery companions.
And wonder why? 
Dry aged leaves scattered on the ground, rustle slogans,
disapproving casual visits to see their descendants on plants and trees.

Howling wind rub shoulders with hesitant mum keeping trees,
unwillingly making them swing and sing,
to widespread the chorus of fear and concern,
for depleting and fading green race.

Are we deaf? Unable to hear their saddened woes,
crying of being used and not been taken care of.
Are we blind? Unable to see their sufferings,
mourning and pleading to save them.

Let’s not ignore and forget their gracious favor:

of feeding and satisfying hunger and thirst,

of extending branches for shelter and shade,

of breathing oxygen into the atmosphere.

Oh, Mankind! Where is your kindness?
Are the six senses not adequate to sense and gauge,
mother nature’s unequalled strength of love and hatred?
Then why pester and trouble her with deforestation,
making her angry and to regrettably discipline us with natural disasters.

Time has come, to plant a plant,

garland a garden, foster a forest,

and nurture them with

utmost respect and gratitude.

Indebted for the noblest cause of mother nature,
let’s take an oath, to stop babysitting the life’s chaos and worries,
and take a walk among the earth’s greenery,
‘stand and stare’ to appreciate its beauty and gesture.

Let’s keep a promise,

to be a loving parent for the greenery to flourish,

to be a dutiful guardian for the flowers to bloom,

cherishing mother nature, and her rejoice.

(Photography: M Karthikeyan)

Oh! The Misunderstood Boon

Where is this life taking me to?
A metaphor of fears and un-comfort zones
Sometimes, I possess a choice, sometimes not
But to undergo the realm phase of fears

Whether I escape it by fate
Or have emerged through directed struggles
I feel to be one amongst the achievers
People applaud for what I had over-come, but not for what I am

Difficult to understand the hidden truth
but those who always try to explore new horizons
knew the secret for what and when it has arrived
And start their journey, respecting the fear

Never let this fear, drown your spirits
put up a board-wide attitudinal smile which is the need of the hour
and enjoy the seasons of love and friendship
let all know, you are here to live and not to fear-FEAR

Oh! The misunderstood boon,
How much patience and kindness you possess?
Receiving hatred and grudge through again and again
only to teach and elevate the living souls for a praise