Upon my wrist, you tie the sacred thread, Its silken hue a bond of trust and care; Through years of joy, through tears that we have shed, It whispers love no distance can impair. Your watchful eyes, my shield in times of strife, Have fought the storms that dared to darken me; I pledge, as…

I stretch my wings and let air lift me, A dream, a heart full of love and glee. I want to fly, to touch the sky so bright. To feel the air, of the wind’s might. I feel loved, in this moment’s delight. The excitement of flight, a rush so pure. I feel blissful, my…

You are the ones who make my day, With happiness and love in every way. Through challenges and difficulties, you are always near, A constant presence, that calms all fear. Your loving and caring bond, I hold near, A bond that’s strong and forever clear. With love, our hearts entwine, In times of need, we…

The fog covers my eyes. When it lifts, I see only emptiness— where once there was joy. where there was laughter. Where my mother sat, lost in her dementia, and my father, in the other room, wondering how to save the love of his life. She, now a fading outline of herself, claimed by the…

Then the clouds, Peppered and coal black, Gathered from no where To create a ruckus like hell, Like the school children Of the lower classes do, Moments before tolls Their school’s last bell, Pattering and drumming and sliding down At my window panes, with alacrity Ah, the monsoon had arrived finally For which we waited…

The dark, misty curtains are drawn, The wind whistles a soothing song, The wet grass sways to the rhythm, in trance As the stage is set for the peacock’s dance. Veiled in the vines, a coy bird coos, The scented soil stirs up the mood. A blue trail sweeps a wildflower row, As the peacock…

Rain drops splash around They touch the earth looking like Fairy’s Ballet twirls.

Monsoon colors/ True colors Kindly Up in the sky, Look at the expanse of blue, With the coming monsoon, Rainbows resurface—diverse In hue, Clouds of shifting shades ride The breeze, Occasional lightning Brings rain and downpours With ease, Down on earth, The fragrance of colored Flowers mystifies, On the horizon, Earth and distant blue sky…

Lakshmi Valluri: 10.45 am Ravi Valluri: MY POEM ON PARAMAHAMSA YOGANANDA In Gorakhpur’s dawn, a Yogi took birth, Mukunda Lal Ghosh, a soul of great worth. Babaji, Lahiri, Yukteshwar’s                 tradition, Guiding his journey, a divine transmission. Kriya Yoga’s essence, to lands far and near, A saint’s legacy, whispered in every           ear. Autobiography of a Yogi,…

This piece is a personal offering that weaves together the yogic principles of Karma, Bhakti, and Gyaan, with my own lived journey of love, loss, and healing. Rooted in the spiritual teachings of the Bhagavad Gita and shaped like a prayer, this poem is both a reflection and an invocation — a reminder that yoga…