నాలోని భావాల లోతు వినిపించాలంటే,
తెలుగు తప్ప నాకు మరో భాష తెలియదు.
నిజంగా చెప్పాలంటే, తెలుగులోనే చెప్పాలంటే —
ఈ పదాలు, ఈ వరుసలోనే రాయాలి.
నీ కోసం శ్వాసల సముద్రం నింపుకుంటా,
కానీ నీ తలపు తీరాన్ని తాకగానే
నా ఊపిరి ఆవిరైపోతుంది —
మిగిలేది నీ జ్ఞాపకాల తడి మాత్రమే.
కోపం వస్తోంది — నా చేతుల్లో ఏమీ లేదా?
ఈ మనసు పెత్తనం ఏమిటి?
ఎలా అయిపోయావు నా ఆత్మీయుడిలా?
నా మమకారం, నా ఆకాంక్షల మధ్య…
డోపమైన్కి నన్ను బానిసగా మార్చేశావు.
ఎన్నో భయాల్లో ఇది ఒకటి.
నేను ఈ విరహానికి దాసోహం పడతాను కానీ,
ఒక పిచ్చి దానిలా,
ఒకే పాటని పదే పదే వినేస్తున్నాను.
నిన్నే కాదు, నన్ను కూడా
మరిచిపోతానేమోనని భయపడుతున్నా.
నువ్వు కూడా మరిచిపోతావేమో అని
నా మనసు వణుకుతోంది —
నువ్వు ఒంటరివి కాదు,
మనిద్దరం ప్రేమలో పుట్టామనే సంగతి.
మొదటిసారి మనల్ని చేతుల్లోకి తీసుకున్నప్పుడు
ఆ ఆశ్చర్యంతో నిండిన మమకారం.
ఆ హృదయాల ధ్వని నీకు గుర్తుందా?
ఎన్నో భయాల్లో, ఇది మరొకటి —
నీ మాయలో పడి,
నా బుద్ధి ఆకర్షణ వైపు తిప్పేసి,
నా తత్వమే మారిపోయి, నా దయ మిగలదేమోనని
ఆకలితో ఉన్న పిల్లలకి,
ఒంటరిగా ఉన్న ముసలి వాళ్ళకి,
పేదరికం దహనం చేసే కలలున్నవాళ్ళకి —
ఒక్క కంటి చుక్క నీళ్లు కూడా ఇవ్వలేనని.
ప్రపంచానికి నా అవసరం ఉందో లేదో కానీ,
నన్ను నేను కాపాడుకోలేని స్థితిలో ఉన్నాను.
“నిన్ను రక్షించుకోలేని ప్రేమ విలువ ఎంత?”
అని అది అడిగితే, నా దగ్గర సమాధానం లేదు.
ఈ విరహం, ఈ భయం, ఈ నిస్సహాయత —
అన్నీ తెచ్చిపెట్టుకున్నవే కదా.
అందుకే, బ్లాక్చేసేస్తా నిన్ను.
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About The Article Author:
Hi, I’m Rachana. Its been my dream for years to do something to consciously create a better future where every one of us is excited about our own potential. My challenge to everyone is that they aspire for their personal best and leave a legacy of their work through their contributions to mankind.
One more thing. In December of 2044, I hope to win the Nobel.
Will you join me on this journey of growth and transformation?
Namasté.
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It might be the first ever telugu poem by the writer. Congratulations.
Read more and more in telugu as well.
Thanks so much amma, will do ❤️