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…
Yoga, our ancient wisdom and tradition, Embraces every age, sex creed and religion. It has importance in our spiritual scriptures, Teaching all to be physically and mentally fit, to stay happier. It balances our mental, physical and spiritual energies, Teaching us to breathe correctly, meditate and chant properly. It unifies individual consciousness with universal consciousness….
I find my happiness and peace. A space to move and thrive. A union of body and spine. I stretch,I move and fold. A process that brings us peace to share. The process guides us,through movement and still. As we find our purpose,our inner will. From worry and distress,from fear and pain. To discover my…
From gurukul to, international fame, An Indian spiritual tradition that, made a household Name, Struggling through inhibitions and barriers, Yoga has gone a long way, Right from, Promoting health to employment generation, all in Comeback way, An example to quote, From paralysis to normalcy, By following the routine, In an individual, Yoga has shown its…
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…
In still chambers where silence rests,I meet myself benevolently blest.Far from the crowds or vexing sound,Me and my thoughts are deeply bound. As I walk alone, not lonely though,Accompanies my soul as a trusted beau.Making each step I take, a calm paradeDecorated with the joy I’ve self-made. A gentle laugh, a chucklesome grin,The world beams,…
Man’s yearning for the distance haunts The bewitching bird flaps its wings afar. A man in white beard longs for the cuddle The creations of the relation is god gifted. Their nearness evokes the gutsy presence The absence infuses in us the alienation! A pant of empty rush rills down the stream A kind touch…
In the hallowed halls of medical lore, Dr Webster, eager, sought to explore, A world of hearts, intricate and grand, Learning surgery’s delicate hand. With precision and a questing mind, He delved into hearts, the human kind, Seeking to heal, to mend and to teach, His passion for learning, within his reach. Yet amidst the…