Nandini Sidha Reddy - Poetry

Sidha Reddy is a friend right from the university days. We spent many an evening discussing poetry and short story etc.
Nandini stopped writing short stories for reasons beyond my understanding.
His poetry also has become rare.
Life sometimes takes it's toll on people.
But, he is still the same enthusiastic person even now.
People may remember his participation in the TV discussion on Telangana and literature.

Here is his latest poetry compilation.
He has matured into a poet with force.
He happens to be a protege of K Siva Reddy and openly accepts the same.

I also tried to translate couple of his poems as usual.
Here you go with one of them.

Wishes

If hail coming down

Is rain

I curse that rain

I dont care if you consider me an irritable character

I longed that paddy ears sing

If rolling in mud

Is life

I refuse that life

It is OK if you consider me mad

I wanted that the birds fly

If hanging the villages

Is development

I boycot that development

I dont mind if you get me announced as old fashioned

I wished that the tanks live

If serving their own people

Is ruling

I disobey that governance

It is OK if you consider me a revolutionary

I thought that the chimney of labour shine

If the arrogance of usurping

Is unity

I condemn that unity

It is alright if you stamp me as a seperatist

I am giving an offering asking for us what belongs to us.

Here is the second one with the original version too!

అరువు

ఆపద కొత్త కాదు

తన చెమటవలె

కష్టం కూడా కొత్త కాదు

కొత్తగా కాలం అమ్ముడువొయి

కష్టాన్ని అవమానించింది

పనిని పక్కు జరుపుతూ

ఒక మాటల శిల్పం ముందుకు వచ్చింది

లోకంలోని

ప్రాణశక్తులన్నీ తెల్లబొయినయి.

Loan

Danger is nothing new

Like own sweat

Toil is also nothing new

Newly time got sold

And insulted the toil

Pushing the work aside

An art of talk came to the fore

In the world

All the forces of life were flabberghasted.

Let me hasten to add that these are by no means the representative poems.
There are better ones in the collections that he published.

Either on the path made by the carts or the side track

Feet should move

Farmers legacy

Even if there is no rain

Must look at the sky

Even with the knowledge that none would come

Must cry where you feel like

Either it is paper or love

Only in the place wher you lost it

Must search for

Having filled sweet thoughts

All the near and dear unnaturally

Withered

To make the winds feel

Must sing here itself

Let us enjoy some good works with the words!

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