Easter

do not !

please keep  no roses here!

you buried my hopes

even before i was dead;

hence,  no roses

my un dear ones,

no roses please!

not even other flowers 

with tears of dew!

let me be free -let me be myself

at least under this slab-

for me 'freedom meant a peaceful death!'

doesn't my life in death seem better

than your death in life?
huh,let me laugh at least now,

and no flowers

for your invisible heaven's sake!


my dead soul can never grow thorns
to bear your beautiful roses

and also knows pretty well that 

this world does not need my 

R E S U R R E C T I O N!

- Vijaya Babu,Koganti (1998) koviba@gmail.com

To Raghu, My Friend and My Poet!!


you
lie there like
an etherized poem on this patient’s bed!


your laughter
which mocked at death several times
is still ringing in my ears
carrying your unchallenged spirit!


the large knuckled fingers with swollen nerves
and the green ink pen
which poured your loneliness
into unending poems are still in my heart
weaving out veils of tears!


'our' raskolnikov, baudelaire, breytenbach,
marquez,
vosco popa, and 'our' most loved ‘prufrock song’
are still whispering our secrets!


you are here lifeless
leaving all yours with me – your words, memories and poems!


why didn’t you tell me even last night
that you had a plan to leave even before this december?


(composed on the sudden death of Gudihalam Raghunatham on 28th December 2010)


-Vijaya Babu,Koganti