Born & broughtup in Bangalore India, had basic education in Bangalore, Had graduation from Andhra Pradesh. worked for corporate sectors as HR/Admin currently owns a travel house. Worked for few Films in the Direction dept... currently working on his scripts. hopefully, sooner or later would come up with his films. more »
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Laxman Rao Poems
To her highness Maya Angelou
Maya …The very word is in sync With enigma on our lands As enigmatic as thy voice sounds In thine words; as profound
My poems are as my prayers
My poems are as my prayers Verses of worship…….. They are the chants of faith When I'm despaired & disgust
When two bards do meet
When two bards do meet... Their closed minds they discreetly disclose Tho their versions differ- in a good rapport treat; But see to that no ones vanity loose.
What's life? A query to put forth An enigma to behold! Life is nothing just But another dream
A poem should be
A poem should be alike a serene scene A scene of beauty, thy eyes never seen. Nature with its own hands had it creation A creation which never hath to be created again.
The gift of sight
What would be the bards first & the final wish? I suppose nothing but the prescience Of a true mind absorbed In imagery revealing its true form
Birth of a Poem
It takes its birth At a time when Silence is suppressed And moods get mellowed.
What the poet spoke
I've never written a word Under the influence of my mind As pure as the serene sense My thoughts do flow.
Under a creators eye
Every time this happens to me... Who's that... Who has this wrote? Knowing not in its delight It's my own voice that had it said.
To be a poet...
To be a poet You need to awaken your mind In the mid night Of the growing dark
Sonnet: I don't know how to love
I don't know how to love or to be loved; I'm neither a giver nor a taker. How would I win for I'm a born looser! I'm not good with girls or best looks bestowed
Man of few words
I'm not a choosy word picker Akin to a prolific painter Who doesn't choose his brush & color, I just go with the images of my mind over.
If I have to do a psychoanalysis of self; I’d say, I’m of hyper anxiety ridden mind
On Keats Sorrow
Why hast thou sorrow…… Been admired of all the bards? ! Every bard has thy in his morrow In his verse, vein and in his sword;
Comments about Laxman Rao
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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To her highness Maya Angelou
Maya …The very word is in sync
With enigma on our lands
As enigmatic as thy voice sounds
In thine words; as profound
And as magnetic thy
Verse appeal to us.
As thy have grown high
In stature and been in infinite
As a beaming bright star
In the poetical universe,
You'd peep down at times
And see the hand that's
Going cravious for the craft,
As one's appetite goes starving.
What moves thine mind
I may never know….
And what's moving in ones mind
Hope you'll ever know….
What was the grit that thy did
Armor as thine spirit, ...