Saturday, 28 November 2015

Saving a Life of a Dog





I am being a proud Non-vegetarian never thought of the lives of broods of hen in the poultry farm or herds of sheep lying in the herdsman's shed. I am a man who enjoyed looking at a video in which a little, cute, innocent lamb was made as an oblation.

It surprises me when people say a small incident in their lives which happens accidentally changes them a lot. But now I experienced the same. It is a small hotel where we can find dishes of low cost. I ordered a plate of Maggie, an omelet made with two eggs and a glass of tea. Mean while I opened my smart and big phone to read some articles in the Writers' Digest. A dog, He came and sat under the table. I didn't notice that for some time and swinging my feet in front of it's mouth like a piece of bone ready to be offered. My ordered was delivered on my desk. I started enjoying it because I had my last meal 19 hours ago. The cute puppy stood from there and looking at me curiously. I came to know feelings in his heart. I understood he is starving for food. I started feeding him with omelet I bought for me.

Suddenly I observed people are running here and there outside of the compound of the hotel's shed. It is clearly visible to me as the germ wall is so short. I can observe a van named as AMBULANCE with mirror imaged letters. I thought it has come for taking a patient over there. But that van's door is opening to death for dogs. I was shocked. That hotel owner came with a cake in his hands to me. He gave it to me to offer that dog. It is all to avoid that cruel men who were catching the dogs from catching my dog. I offered a cake slowly with my hand to him. He is a street dog but humane dog unlike human beings on the earth. He didn't bite my fingers. That van started from there and went away. I deeply looked into his eyes. He is still hungry, I fed him with one more cake as he ate it previously with at most interest. He doesn't know that he was saved from that unkind men but I know it. I loved the feeling of helping a life and saving a creature and I pray the Only One to give such experience to every so called Human Being. I perceived that this is the actual nature of the being and no big actions are needed to save a life All this happened because as I saw into eyes of him. I realized that I didn't do anything great at that place but my timely kindness and true actions saved a life of a dog.

There on I started believing one must carry kindness and their true shades of behavior with them always. Humanity is not at all a small word. It is the respect which we give to the surroundings and we take from it. I used to speak on and make some statements from Darwin's theory. I was not perfect in this theory till some date of my life as no one questioned me whether I eat meat or not. Later I was asked this question by many. Then I learnt the art of making excuses and explanations for that using my little unclear science knowledge. Now I come out and say some theories are good to make some other theories out of it. Not to apply where the kind hearts are thumped with great blows of customs and traditions. Here on I hope my mind follow the rules laid by heart.


All lives are equal and every life on earth has right to live. 
Life of a human= Life of a Dog or a Hen or a Lamb.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
    28/11/2015

Thursday, 26 November 2015

Chennai floods


Inundated Chennai




A punk tune,
A violent imagery,
For a charming sea side city,
Mari whirled metropolis in a great rage.
Buses and others are positioned and sank.
Boats are floating in the water,
Slums are slammed,
Terrace become tent house.

Clans of city never minded,
Treated as a treatise of the Supreme,
To clean the dirt away from place,
For the imminent spring.

She lit off the lights in houses,
Not the kindness in metro men,
She upheaval ed the beauty,
Not the spirits of amazing citizens,
Ladies and Gentlemen,
Opened their doors of hearty homes,
To accommodate the marooned people.

We shall pray Mari,
Not with mantras,
known to knowledged and educated ones,
A nice nursery rhyme,
Rain rain go away,
Come again another day,
Little Johny wants to play,
Rain rain go away.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
26/11/2015
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Saturday, 21 November 2015

విశ్వశాంతి కొరకు మా'నవ' ప్రయత్నం

శాంతి 


ఉగ్రవాదుల దాడులను ఆపడానికి మనం గొప్పగా  ఏమి చేయాల్సిన పని లేదు. ఇప్పటి వరకు ఎన్నో దాడులు జరిగాయి ఇలా ఇక ముందు కాకూడదు అంటే మనం మనుషుల్లా మసులుకుంటే చాలు. పారిస్ లో జరిగిన దాడులకు స్పందిస్తూ నేనూ ఒక మనిషిగా చేసిన చిన్న ప్రయత్నం.



ఎందరో ఎగరేసిన శాంతి కపోతం, 
అయ్యిందిప్పుడు శోకిస్తున ఎర్రని పతాకం,

మొన్నటి ఆ అమెరికా లో,
నిన్నటి మన భారతం లో,
నేటి ఈ పారిస్ లో,

 ఎగిసే  అణుబాంబుల జ్వాల,
వేస్తుంది మనవతానికి జాల,
మోగే ప్రతి ఫిరంగి మోత,
మరొక యుద్దానికి తెరతీత,
వచ్చే తుపాకి గుండ్లు, పోయే ప్రాణాలు,
ఇలా లేక్కేస్తూ పోతే, తేలవు ఈ లెక్కలు. 
ఇంకా ఎంతకాలం ఈ మారణకాండ.  

ఫేసుబుక్కులో ముఖచిత్రాలను, 
ముచ్చటగా పెడతావు. 
అన్యాయాన్ని అరడజను పేజీలలో,
అందంగా చదువుతావు. 
 చలించని మనసుతో 
చలనచిత్రాలను చూస్తావు. 
ఎక్కడ నేర్చావు రా ఇదంతా!

అమ్మ చూపే ప్రేమలోనా,
నాన్న చెప్పే కథలలోనా ,
పంతులు చెప్పే పాఠాలలోనా,
పండితుడు చెప్పే బోధల్లోనా,
కాదు కదా!

ఇది కాదు నీవు చెయ్యాల్సిన కార్యం,
రమ్మంటే రాదు రంగుల లోకం. 
కలపాలి నీ చెయ్యిని ఆ చెయ్యితో,
కావాలంటే కాదు పచ్చని ప్రపంచం,
కురిపించాలి కరుణ రసం. 
సాధించాలంటే స్వచ్ఛని జగత్తు,
వదిలెయ్యాలి ఆక్రోష, క్రొధాలన్నీ. 

నీవెందుకు  కాకూడదు,
మరో మండేలా, గాంధీగా  
నీవెందుకు  కాకూడదు,
తెల్లని పావురపు ప్రతినిధిగా. 

నీకు వచ్చింది స్వేచ్ఛ,
కానీ అయ్యావు భావాలకు బానిస. 

దర్శించు, స్మరించు ఈ  భావాలను,
కులంలోని అర్థాన్ని,
మతంలోని మాటలని  
జీవనంలోని సత్యాన్ని,
సాటివరిలోని స్నేహాన్ని,
అభాగ్యులలోని భాగ్యాన్ని,
అమ్మాయిలోని అమ్మతనాన్ని, 
వృద్ధులలోని  దైవత్వాన్ని,
దర్శిస్తూ, స్మరిస్తూ,
సాగించు నీ బ్రతుకు పయణం. 

అప్పుడు కదా! 
ప్రపంచానికి శాంతి కలిగేది,
పృథ్వీ తల్లి పులకించేది.
  

© క్రాంతి కిరణ్ ఏలె
౨౦/౧/

Friday, 20 November 2015

Share

Share

Starts with mother’s blood,
Ends with land in the grave yard,
Air in the nature,
Breathe for many.
Water in a lake,
Drink for many.
Land is one,
Life for many.
Paddy from a field,
Food for many,
Never forgettable share,
With our siblings,
For that mother’s love.
Cries and fights,
For those chocolates from father.
It is with the friends,
For that little place,
In the school, on a bench.
For that happiness,
To multiply the joy,
To split the sorrow,
Knowledge from the teacher,
For the bright future.
It divides the things,
But adds the relations.
It is a click,
In the facebook and google+,
It is here, there,
Near and everywhere,
It is free,
It gives freedom.
Everyone’s share is share of others,
So let us share.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
20/11/2014

Thursday, 19 November 2015

అమ్మానాన్న

అమ్మానాన్న 

పని చేసీ, చెసీ ,
పలకడానికి ఏ పదాల పంక్తులు లేవు అంటే,
నేను తలచే ఆ తొలి రూపం, 
అచేతనంగా ఉన్న నన్ను అజేయుడను చేసే స్వరూపం, 
మళ్ళీ , మళ్ళీ నా నోట పలికే మంత్రం, 
అమ్మా! నువ్వే మాయమ్మ, 
మా  మమతల కొమ్మ. 

ప్రాణం అనే ఇరుసులో
ఇరుకునపడిన జీవనచట్రం,
కదిలీ, కదిలీ 
ఇక కదలలేను అంటే,
ఆగిన ఆ ఆకలి ధ్యాసను,
తిరిగి గుర్తు చేసి ,
కావాలి అనే ఆ చిన్ని ఆశను,
సాధించాలని అనిపించే కొత్త స్పూర్తి,
మీరే నాన్న, మా మంచి నాన్న. 

© క్రాంతి కిరణ్  ఏలె  
18/11/2015

Monday, 16 November 2015

Indian Train

Gathers people,
Glues country,
One with coal,
Other with Electricity,
Shows the beauty of Bharath.
Passes on rails,
Powers the relations,
Calls with siren,
Connects the states.
Word preference replaces,
The place of reservation.
Coaches with 72 berths,
Still people stand at toilets.
Passing vendors,
Chaiwala… Khanewala…
Cuddles the passengers,
With love and care of unmet co-passengers.
Shows fertile fields and barren lands,
Crawls along the seashores, long rivers and lovely lakes.
Rails are ripped out at times,
It gets slipped of those times.
All the likes and dislikes with it,
Serves the nation at its best.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
26/05/2014


A coded message in children

Feels that all the love is for them,
Enjoys every bit of nature with excitement.
Plays in every moment of life,
Takes rest to the fullest to play a new one.
No place for the shy and shame,
Flaunt what they have with them.
Ignorance is not a part in their routine,
Every thought can be brought to practicality.
No good or bad they do all with same dedication,
Gain the experience of judging.
They can write spelling of success erasing failure,
Try and try until they stand up.
They are unknown that they are small,
So they get the things of their wish done.
Questions are out of their innocence,
Gives the hope for clarity.
Turn on tears for their hunger and pain.
 Else charm envelopes them.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

20/05/2014

Number Seven

Number Seven

Seven successor of six,
Seven oceans of the mother earth,
Seven colors of the rainbow,
Seven hills of Tirupati,
Seven Sisters of India,
Seven you are so natural.
Seven days of the week,
Seven wonders on the globe,
Seven sages of the divinity,
Seven notes of the music,
Seven you are so sweet.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale
17/04/2015

A Paper Dart

I saw my dad,
He is into sprint,
I asked him why is that for?
He said me,
A paper dart is making him to sprint.
I was surprised it is invisible,
He said me,
Everyone on this globe chases it,
I brooded over it,
He said me,
It stops us from eating,
I went out to see my deprived friends,
He said me,
It makes us homeless,
I saw many playmates are out without shelter,
He said me,
It tears off the clothes we are wearing,
I saw many fellows with bare bodies.
He tired off chasing it,
He said me to catch hold off it,
I started running,
I don’t know still where the paper dart is,
I found it,
It is money,
It was washed away,
On my way,
A tide of happiness did it.
I stopped running,
And playing on the tides of happiness,
Where I saw all my friends,
Enjoying, ignoring all their issues already.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

09/11/2015

మనస్సు

ఎగరలేని ఎత్తులను,
ఏకబిగిన ఎక్కించే,
ఎదురులేని, ఎడతెగని విశ్వాసం
ఎక్కడిదీ?
అది మన మనస్సుది కాదా!
అలుపు లేని సంసార కెరటాల పై
ఆహ్లాదంగా ఆటలాడే,
అలసిపోని ఆత్మస్థైర్యం
ఎక్కడిదీ?
అది మన మనస్సుది కాదా!
దమ్మిడీ లేని దీనమైన దీపం
ఆరదు అని, అధైర్యం వద్దు అని చెప్పేది
ఎవ్వరు?
అది మన మనస్సు కాదా!
మన నవనాడులలో
నిద్రాణమైన లక్ష్యాన్ని
సాధించి, గావించే
ఎకీకృతనిశ్చయం
ఎక్కడిదీ?
అది మన మనస్సుది కాదా!
కరుణ లేని కాలంలో
కికరంయమైన, జీవనకానలో
కదలాడి, మెదలాడి
కావ్యంగా కవ్వించే
గెలుపును చూపించేది
ఎవ్వరు?
అది మన మనస్సు కాదా!
సాగాలేని కాలికి,
సాగించే బ్రతుకుసమరంలో
సాయం చేసే స్నేహం
ఎవ్వరు?
అది మన మనస్సు కాదా!
కదిలించు నీ బుద్దిని
ఆత్మవిశ్వాసంతో,
నడిపించు నీ పంచేంద్రియాలను
నమక్కంతో,
మన మనస్సు చెప్పేది వినదు,
అది పరచిన విశాల విశ్వాన్ని చూడు,
విహరించే స్వేఛ్చను,
ప్రపంచానికి అంకితం చెయ్యి,
అది చూపిన ప్రతి మలుపు
నీ విజయ గీతికను ఆలపించే పిలుపు,
నువ్వు కదిపిన ప్రతి కదం
చేర్చేను నిన్ను కరతాళ ధ్వనుల తీరం.
© క్రాంతి కిరణ్ ఏలె
 14/11/2015

The Common man

He is firewood for his family,
To feed paddy for his baby birds.
It is half exhausted life,
Mix of medicine with sweet milk.
Circumstances circles him,
Drags him to stormy lights and dark nights.
Life hurls its magic at him,
It gives tears of joy and sorrow at a time.
It is regular but royal routine to him,
Eating, drinking, dreaming and begetting.
He never who never retires,
Makes a ladder of progressing thoughts.
He carves to be a celebrity,
He toils to make this land to wonderland,
He makes big shots to bend and bow.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

16/11/2015

Tuesday, 10 November 2015

An Ugly Death

A deserted old lady,
A whimpering woman,
Underlying the society’s cruel tree,
Uncared and unwatched,
Covered with cold blanket,
Pointed grains of sand jabbing her,
A ripped saree and tattered blouse on,
Underneath a battered body and shattered heart,
Powerless to purge of the flies and insects on her flesh,
Lizard picking its choice of feast from relaxing ticks,
Raptors’ beaks piercing the skin, reaching the veins,
A loveless life,
An abandoned soul,
A dying destitute,
Crying deeply within,
No one came to rescue her, So,
The Lord emancipated her from unkind social relations.

© Kranthi Kiran Ale

10/11/2015