Daddy Granny Cook (Poem for Hari School Event)

My daddy is so cool,
every morning he drops me to school.

My granny is so nice,
pure and soft like a steamed white rice.

Together today, we all three cook,
without any recipie book,
when all my friends and teachers joyfully look. 

On Climbing a hill

Oh, so tough is this mountain climb
pulling myself step by step, I sigh.

I don't have a car to take me up the hill,
to reach my place I must do this drill without taking a pill adding to my thrill.

I have to do this to reach home eveytime,
exhausting all my energy, with my headphone on, I still climb.

Till I buy a car this is only my option prime,
all my health is regained by drinking one soda lime with a big smile.

Sridharo Pakhyanam

hadoop vocha spark rada anni sandhehamu valadu,
sridharudu programmeru,
aey language ichinina code cheyagaladu,
interviewer ayinani moorkhulu vintey ||

Ahista chal zindagi......

Gulzar sir ki pankthiyo ko apney zindagi se jod ke banayee gayee kuch pankthiyaan.....

Ahista chal zindagi, hdfc ka karz chukana baaki hai
car loan lena baki hai, home loan chukana baaki hai
tumhare saath bhagtey bhagtey itnaa door aagaya
paisa kamana baki hai, ghar wapas jana baki hai
Ahista chal zindagi par jaldi aa salary, loan ka bhoj bahut bhari hai
Ahista chal zindagi, hdfc ka karz chukana baaki hai.

On Losing a job

He called me and said you are fired
And I could see all my dreams and hopes backfire

Thinking of the next I made my resumes float
Adding to my anguish recruiters wrote,
All openings closed.

With no income source, my savings drain
I don't have a job to catch the next morning train

For jobs I  find, I fanatically apply  with my spirits high
But to what I say, Interviewers don't buy leaving me with a deep sigh and a mournful cry

All this started with that one word, "You are Fired"
And will last till I hear someone say  "You are Hired".

Evening Sun

This is something I wrote sitting by the side of a window in Dublin US. The view was beautiful and every evening I used to see the sun go down a mountain.

Every day I watch the sun go down
sitting by my window, miles away from my hometown

behind the mountains, it looks like a diamond crown
watching it set, in my fears I drown.

He says  he'll be back tomorrow,
I reply, don't bother you will go down again leaving me in sorrow.