Damn the guy with the vibhuti Damn the guy at the Eucharist Damn the guy with the taqiyah Damn, damn, damn Damn them all wholeheartedly None is real, all illusory What after all In this world of names-and-forms Can claim to be real, tut tut
O Hindu Heir to the Upanishads How the world must envy thee When they understand The truths of your secrets. O Hindu Heir to the Gita How many must be the dilemmas When you come face to face With your own spirit of renunciation. But, O Hindu, What is this frowning face The moment you … Continue reading Appeal to the Hindu
(dedicated to my good friend Himadeep Muppidi who prodded me to respond to current happenings) O Christna Show us the way forward O Lord of Karma, O Lord of Love These are troubled times for India Where we are left in doubt Whether the pen is mightier than the sword These are troubled times for India Where … Continue reading Appeal to an Avatar
I am quite comfy being a Reddy Whatever being a Reddy connotes I am sure it connotes something Sharing as Reddys perhaps must do Some common characteristics Whereby you can see a stranger and exclaim Ah! There goes a Reddy No?!!! If not, of what use is such an appellation When you cannot mark out … Continue reading On Caste
Every heart has a story to tell Stories of regrets of the past Or anxieties about the future. Every heart carries a burden Burden of failed expectations Or unfulfilled relationships. Every heart has a store of tears Tears for the sufferings felt Of self or near and dear ones. Every heart has a few dreams … Continue reading Every Heart
I look at all that is happening All around me Yes, even on campuses, And smile Knowing that God is watching. Were I one On one such campus I may have raised My voice or a fist But still smiled Knowing that God is watching.
We are not who we think we are Just as I am NOT D. Samarender Reddy Or, rather, I am only to the extent that I as consciousness am playing that role And also that of other names-and-forms But I as a supposed ego am not body-mind But merely thinking I am so under a … Continue reading Letting D. Samarender Reddy Play Out His Role
Less will be my footprints Henceforth on social media And quite possibly in person too. Less will be my poetic output, too. For, with all these excursions Whatever I am seeking to convey Is, after all, best conveyed through silence. Truth, anyway, as Kena Upanishad points out Is beyond words and mind So, it is … Continue reading Tired of Playing the Role Called D. Samarender Reddy
The Hindu looks at The hijab With his Hindu eyes. The Muslim looks at The bindu With his Muslim eyes. And, now, they both Cannot see eye to eye.
Let the body suffer A thousand blows Let the mind suffer A thousand hurts I am only the spirit Untouched by it all Only a mere witness To all that happens But I forget often This simple Truth And seemingly suffer.