Kaivalya

జాజిమల్లివై కల్పవల్లివై నా తల్లివై నీతో తీసుకుపోవా? అనురక్తివై శ్రీహరిభక్తివై జీవనముక్తివై నీలో ఏకం చేసుకోవా? సిద్ధార్థా పాములపర్తి 22 Feb 2007

ఏ దిశలో చుచిన నాకాశలు అగుపించక ప్రతి నిశమున నేనే ఋషినై సత్యాన్వేషణలో..... నా ఎదలో ఏదో రాగం వినిపిన్చిన ప్రతిస్పన్దనలో నా అదరములు పలికిన పదముల ప్రతిద్వనిలో.... ఏ మార్గము ఎచ్చటికో అని ఆలొచించిన అదె నిముశములో నాకై నేనే ఈ పాటను ఆలపిన్చికుంటునాను! Siddartha Pamulaparty Feb 20, 2007.

You are too old now, you know? And have been dead since long ago! Guess everyone in times does grow Become senile or diseased or go Into the graves and sleep low. You are not one of them, oh no! Like me there are many who owe Our souls of art to your grove Planted with seeds, you did sow!! On this day and many times after now Let me admit in front of your Divine glow Often you cause a deep frown on my brow Shoot me with arrows off your witty bow. Happy Birthday, my dear Poe, The great bard Edgar Allan Poe. Siddartha Pamulaparty Poe's Bday (Jan 19), 2007.

If life is not as simple as The morning skies or the evening rains! If living was not as easy as Walking in the graceful woods! If death was not just a temporary stop Like the halting at a railroad crossing! Then all my thoughts are a wasteful lot! And all my works a futile effort! Siddartha Pamulaparty Feb 17 2007.

That burning of the red hot fire Could it ever equal that of my desire? Those innumerous waves at the ocean front Are they more endless than my trains of thought? The nocturnal noises of the beasts in dark wilderness Are they more defeaning than my silence? The sweetest melodies of the singing larks Are they any match to my bitter inner voice? The perennial streams of the mighty rivers What would they be compared to my tears? I laugh to myself, at my own stand The foolishness I could not understand! Who cares to listen to these futile words? Who has time to console my feelings? Ha Ha Ha Ha, I laugh aloud again Who can stop me from enjoying my great pains? (I know not one would sing my songs As they are as insignificant as myself.) -Siddartha Pamulaparty Dt: Feb 17, 2007.

Hello. I just wanted to write down what's running through my mind presently. I have been living life, always trying to figure out some kind of puzzle: the meaning of my life and the reason for my existence. I had believed and still believe that the one single cause, purpose and reason of my life is my mother. Without her, I wouldn't have been born, wouldn't have done any good thing, in essence, I wouldn't have a life without her. I do respect my father and love him with all my heart. I think I grew wise enough to understand my relationships. To me, the one person I would be prepared to die, even if you ask me at the next minute after you read my essay, it would be my mother. She is the single most important person in my life. But then, beyond the emotional and sentimental values, there must be something reasonable for other parts of my life. I have depended, shamelessly like a parasite on my friendships to live away, especially the past few years. If I had no friends in

The evening roses have blossomed again Cool sea breezes remind me of the rain Fluttering their wings, the flamingoes fly high The sun has set letting the stars shine in the sky. The love songs played from the radio station Fill my heart with the same old sensation How I used to believe my love was so true!! I won't mind telling I'm still enamored with you. What happened to us that we stopped so suddenly? Was it some conspiracy of the jealous heavenly? Set against the time and this world is our story- I wait for our Dreamland to regain its glory. The dreams that we shared and the love that we won: I was being blamed for what I have not done! But the triumphing truth will never die, Searching you everywhere my eyes now cry! Please forget what happened- wrong or right, I want you to be my Valentine tonight. Siddartha Pamulaparty (??/??/????)

old abe, here i sing thee a song for it has been really so long that someone had spoken words strong and distinguished right from the wrong old abe, i dedicate thee one day of my wasteful life- filled with dismay, by thinking high, and for a while stay in the divine silence of my solitude and pray old abe, i plead thee to throw light into my world and benignly show the path of truth which men should know to walk and find their bright destinies glow. Siddartha Pamulaparty Dt: Lincoln's birthday, 2007.