Biography of Laxman Rao
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.
Laxman Rao's Works:
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
What's life? A query to put forth An enigma to behold! Life is nothing just But another dream
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
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 it writ? 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
The Poet's Pride
The pride of a poet is something I know; As a peacock, that proudly fans its feathers Personifying its perfect ways of dancing, As the poet lost in its bliss-while reciting.
Wish To Keep My Conscience Clear
Wish to keep my conscience clear Free my deceitful love or from guilty sex Hence I disagree that I’m struck by fear. For; I can’t Love as many as in excess, to my vex.
Where The Reasoning Is
Where the reasoning is Conscious of some life I summon my spirit And soothe my strife.
When I'M At Work- Weaving Verses
When i'm at work weaving verses I have my stringent mindset Trying to explore the hidden psyche And discover the unseen stars,
The Psyche In The Most Paradoxical Phase
The psyche in the most paradoxical phase Portrays its perplexity as if a prodigy face. Even from the minute morphs Unto the highest form of lunacy
The smile which I wore On my face, lacks its Depiction of true content. For; it’s a lousy laugh
Variations of my mind Perplexes the psyche of mine Of those insecure moods Which depict me moan.
The Feel Of The Senses
The feel of the senses relies On the thoughts of the mind. In the sense; what we feel ……………….. Is what we think.
The Feel Of The Senses
The feel of the senses relies
On the thoughts of the mind.
In the sense; what we feel
……………….. Is what we think.
Whilst here is a feel
I haven’t thought of…yet I feel.
I feel embarrassed with
The suffocation of low spirits
As if to some psychic evils