Narsing Bongu Rao (India)

 
Narsing Bongu Rao (India)
 
Born – 26th December 1946
Early schooling at Alwal. Obtained N.D.F.A in painting from Government College of Fine Arts and Architecture, Hyderabad, Telangana, India.
Rich theatre experience, multi-faceted interests ranging from Music, Literature, Photography and Painting to Filmmaking.
Extensively traversed the interiors of Telangana and Andhra Pradesh with his theatre troupe and arranged live performances, group shows and extempore plays.
In the process, took the exuberant art of theatre to the doorstep of people all over.
With a passionate interest in folk music, he took the next step research activities. With the knowledge so gained, he brought them to the limelight using films as the medium, thereby creating a new ethos.
He took to the creative forms of photography and painting to bring out the origins and evolution of folk art and furthered its richness. Ten of his poetry volumes have been published. A number of wellresearched articles on theatre, cinema and matters of general interest have been published besides short stories revolving around such explicit issues.
Besides publishing over 50 books by young and eminent writers, he mentored many young writers and artists, who are now well established names in their own chosen field.
 
 
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The mountains in my dreams,
keep constantly sliding
boulders large in size,
roll down without a rumble,
Sun plays hide and seek
from behind trees,
doing nothing,
can also mean actions at times.
 
Immobile am I,
but my dreams are racing,
wanting to touch
the cheeks of who I love,
but everything around looks too harsh;
gone are the days
of soft sways and fragrances,
from beautiful flowers in the meadow,
no soft, gentle waves,
to wash my feet.
 
Where are the lovely azures?
the sound around shrieks,
only disturbs the calm mind,
I just hope it is a passing nightmare,
never do I want to be
in such a world,
with narrow, timeless streets
that seems to lead me nowhere;
even the stars in my pocket,
have lost their shine,
everything seems to be leaving me,
alone and stranded in this
barren land.
 
 
***
 
Life in graves,
is in the shape of souls,
I am just next to them,
listening to their murmurs,
there,
I can hear them
whisper and converse.
 
The feel is different,
during days and nights,
lingering around the tombs,
here,
holding onto little grass flowers,
they move in circles and dance.
 
My senses indicate,
they sing a song in silences,
as a gust of fresh air,
graces across my cheeks,
making me realize,Life in graves,
is in the shape of souls,
I am just next to them,
listening to their murmurs,
there,
I can hear them
whisper and converse.
 
The feel is different,
during days and nights,
lingering around the tombs,
here,
holding onto little grass flowers,
they move in circles and dance.
 
My senses indicate,
they sing a song in silences,
as a gust of fresh air,
graces across my cheeks,
making me realize,
there is life even in the lifeless,
all we need,
is to look for it,
in the right perspective. – N
there is life even in the lifeless,
all we need,
is to look for it,
in the right perspective.
 
 
***
 
My ship sails slowly,
I can hear clearly
the sound of the motor,
as it heightens when moving faster,
to reaches its peak speed,
everything is restless inside
and starts blowing away.
 
Silently I open
my book of remembrance,
everything is shaking in there too,
volatile as they all are,
taking different shapes and colours,
and the song of my voices,
gets louder and louder.
 
The violent storm,
disturbs the moving ship,
twisting and twirling,
it takes too many turns,
but the best part is,
it is still on course,
towards the distant clouds.
 

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