# Bougainvilleas

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**Author:** Tenneti Venkateswara Rao
 **Pages:** 88 **Year of Publication:** 2010**
Price:** HB Rs 150, FB Rs 100 **ISBN:** HB 978-81-8157-973-7 (9788181579737) FB 
978-81-8157-974-4 (9788181579744)

_**About the Author**_
 Tenneti Venkateswara Rao is from Andhra Pradesh. He received
his Ph.D. in Physics from the Indian Institute of Technology (IIT), Delhi. He held
academic positions in south India and Delhi before emigrating to the United States.
At present, he works in the area of Applied Physics and allied technologies. Dr.
Rao is an active blogger and writes about south Indian classical music, Telugu songs,
Indian traditions and poetry. Some of his poems and lyrics have been published on
the internet under the pseudonym, “Atri”. Several of his original song recordings
are available on YouTube (in the “gosthajammi” channel). He has been living in New
York with his family since 1984.

_**Teaser**_

_A Resplendent Evening_

I had my blue slippers on
 And went for an evening stroll There it was – the resplendent
sunset In the distant downhill The orange peachy colours with streaking rays Was
it some Rayleigh or Mie scattering? For the sun (or the earth), the work was done
for the day Yet, the man’s work is never over Neither in a day nor in life

This strange vacant desolate feeling
 This subdued almost mute heart Earlier these
floating swan-like clouds, These cotton field puffed seeds They would almost transport
me to the imaginary Kailas, some exotic divine land Now, know not why? Has the imagination
lake dried up? Is the heart tired of its constant ebb and flow? Has hope become 
a distant mirage? Is life a mere balance sheet?

The flickering (yes, I know you do not flicker)
 Blue stars seem happy, content 
Seem to say: “We do not remember the pain of violent birth Nor are we afraid of 
the distant turbulent end How can we be concerned with our past or future? Barely
we comprehend complexities of femtoseconds Perhaps, we started in vacuum, dark matter,
or blackhole May journey into a white dwarf Just busy living on the edges of fringes
of Delta t or outside time In the ever renewing life In the company of loving astral
bodies”

_**Contents**_
 46 poems