Badri Venkatesh

#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE CHISEL OF DESOLATION ​Did it sow emptiness upon the tongue this sapless, subterranean bubble? Desire turned into cold mechanics, breath itself a withered burden. ​Can a waterless tree cast any shade? Such is the love kept by moistureless souls! ​A human passage of the flesh stripped bare of love is like a strike from a serpent in a reservoir of poison! ​Even in defeat, love anyway; the broken one becomes the chisel!

#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE EVER-EXISTING ONE Who is this ever-existing one? Performing a good deed this very day, transcend the frontier of flesh and let your true presence expand; witness the spark of the primal, boundless flame dwelling within you! Sparing a tiny life and guarding the unplucked blossom, that itself is the great virtue fulfilled this day. The accumulation of all such virtues becomes an immense, immortal, formless presence; omnipresence is the very longing of the primal origin; the state of godhood is the absolute perfection of creation; and every god seeks only to make a god of you!

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#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION ​THE UNCONTEMPLATED EXCAVATION ​For those untouched by rain, what worth can deeper excavation yield? To hold the eye as mere device for sight, does it not strip its sovereign grace? ​“Its utility alone is all,” decrees a calculating humankind; mistaking casted shadow for the flesh, and light itself for shade, they wander blind despite their sight, alas! ​Yet, as the peacock fans its plumage the instant it beholds the rain-cloud, and the senses drink the scent of the easterly wind that primal shower of nectar poured upon the world, all five senses awaken, functioning precisely as nature ordained!

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#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE TESTIMONY OF VAITARANI ​They lay a sumptuous feast before the corpse; Adorning it in fine, unblemished weave; Wailing aloud to proclaim an unuttered love, While the perished soul erupts in roaring laughter Unheard by mortals, Who shed futile tears through long watches of the night! ​The departed breath, though leagues away, Turns back, merely to witness this charade! Only because the foul stench of decay begins to rise, Do they hastily commit the body to the pyre. O dwellers of this earth, Bestow all this before one perishes, not after! ​As the unburdened great soul crosses the Vaitarani, Upon beholding thy radiant countenance on the celestial path, We fold our hands in reverent benediction O pure one, severed from a world of pretenses, depart!

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#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE FOREST OF THE LION If thy foes grow not, How then shall thou rise? For a lion to hold sway, A vast wilderness is needful; And creatures that surge in defiance Must daily abound! Without an uprising, No land ever takes shape! He who heals affliction becomes the sovereign; He who bears the torment becomes the savior! The estranging foe and the searing rival The alien and the adversary Are they not the very catalyst That seeds thy laurel of victory?

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#BADRIVENKATESHPOETRY #POEMADAY #POETRY #POETRYLOVERS #POETRYLOVERSCOMMUNITY TRANSLATION THE BLOOM ON THE CRATER’S LIP A home without lovers’ spats, A circle of friends untouched by rifts Are merely a staged play; an entity walking the earth without casting a shadow! Shatter stagnant rage by clashing openly; For the peace of the soul is a supreme treasure! May the kindred spirit standing intimately close, Dwell ever in grace, immersed in unshakeable peace. Vindictive malice festering within is deadlier than a volcano; Let the fire-spewing mouth tear open and erupt into calm! Only when the molten lava, glowing white-hot, Has poured forth and cooled Can a crimson flower bloom upon the very lip of the crater.

#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION PROOF OF LIFE ​He who knows no fear has he lost all noble grace, or is he truly dead? Your breath alone does not speak of where your life abides; to tremble in fear is the proof of life, that alone is the pulse of the living flesh! ​A fearless man is a scourge upon the earth; and though noble grace, shrinking in terror, threatens to crumble into ruin, inner fortitude rises there becoming a luminous glory that protects through centuries upon centuries!

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#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION ​FORGETFULNESS AS BOUNDLESS GRACE ​ ​Blessed with the sovereign bestowal of sacred unmindfulness, who else are the blest of the blest if not us were there no forgetfulness to shield our prior flesh? ​For if past deeds and unatoned stains were summoned into this fleeting instant, the bird, the worm, you, and I would perish and perish, bound to an unending tale! Let us sow noble virtue and earn holy forgetfulness, turning this monumental boon into truth’s own transcendent grace.

#Badrivenkateshpoetry #BadriVenkatesh #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE IMPRINT ​Are not our cherished memories the sum of all humanity? That which is called “you” and that which is called “I” are merely its primordial residue! If gathering lasting imprints within the heart each day is indeed the sole mission of mortal life then let the forgotten become the remembered; I shall permeate your cosmos, and you shall diffuse through my domain. To taste immortality, with unforgetting as our only cure, come... let us forge memory itself!

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#BadriVenkatesh #badrivenkateshpoetry #poetry #poemaday #poetrylovers #poetryloverscommunity TRANSLATION THE TRIAL OF THE FANGS Having hoisted the venom-spilling serpent onto the prisoner’s dock, when the elders questioned "Why this much poison?" ​Did it sink into deep heartache, lamenting: "I never mastered the art of brewing nectar!"? ​"In a land where both the schooled and the unschooled rain down primordial venom without a single fang, why single out only my venom as an affliction?" did the serpent ask! ​To whom does the guilt belong? To the one born with fangs of venom? Or to the one who sprouted curved fangs as he grew and grew?

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THIS IS ONE OF MY MOST IMPORTANT POETRY I HAVE WRITTEN IN THE RECENT PAST #BADRIVENKATESHPOETRY #POEMADAY #POETRY #POETRYLOVERS #POETRYLOVERSCOMMUNITY TRANSLATION THE SQUARE FEET OF GLORY Would the primordial tree ever fall to rain? Mankind felled it; the great patron perished. Though years have raced by, the winged babies Refuse to forget; as deep midnight hours pass, They weep and whimper; the ones that took wing at dawn Face the tragedy of an erased home by dusk! The cruel horror of the great tree’s death Even if we forget, could they ever let it fade? ​Day after day, searing rays of heat Pierce through my window, scorching my flesh; Are we not camphor ourselves, fleeting and frail? Knowing we won't endure, We fell a multitude of ancient trees, Crowned with empty glory, To step across the threshold of a new home After all, isn't the world just a few square feet?