Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Homage to Kudari's Lineage

My ancestors live in Dinthenian basements

And retain all their riddles midst themselves.


Lo, my nine Fathers!

With their mystic myths and moral drives,

demonstrated a luminous way to

descendants’ foresight.


Nay of those Nine,

I could search at the end of the rainbow,

for the treasure of connection;

My eyes, my ears, my nose and my chin,

still there is something remain!


Lo of our Nine Fathers!

Who are obelisks to Kudari Khandhan,

scrapped chronicles among nine brethren.

When I interpret Kudari the Nine,

in posse idioms do awake…


Equilibrium of three worlds,

three pyramids, nine points of law,

nine day’s wonder, nine holes,

nine stones, nine planets and more.


The integral essence of life do resist

in this number nine.

Yet I give an enigmatic nomen,

Kudos of Aristos” to Kudari’s Gene.


My Ancestors speak in adobe ways

and hold their tongues in the past.

I think they probably knew a lot more

about the higher caste masses and their

methods and skills.

Kudari the hotshot mahatmas who paved

their on way unmingled in masses.


Kudaries.,

As we immigrate back in time,

and to nine,

to the place left behind.

Our ancestors pellucidly prospered

in the everyday life they endured.

Now we go on investigation,

Somewhere their history is in

the arms of Morpheus,

in tomes left behind,

for us to sensitively search


But in conundrum our people seem,

for whatever reason they dream.

Yet giving up is not a choice,

you ‘ll hear from my voice.


Write as I may, of the one’s from

which I descend;

These may stubborn, stony and sincere

people they were.

Imagine as you must, how they

labour each day,

if they must resist and attain,

today’s canons cannot collate.


Basic food and shelter, and also

must be true,

love lives made as generations

lead life through.


As I answer of the stories heard,

of Father’s Father’s, Life’s Liberty,

we to have restrain and comprehend its credit.

From eminence we have surely come,

of genealogy and grandsires of unknown sum,

Sires of Kudari implanted us

with an essence and esteemed edification.


Believe we should in our souls and salts,

they want the same from us.

Those Mothers and Fathers who watch

us from the Ether of Elysium,

honor we should their credits and values.


With our sacrosanct hearts, rolling drums,

psalms and symphony;

Sacred hymns we should hum in the Christendom.

and make heavenly music,

to honor the unknown sum.

With Lustrous Lips and Arum Tongues,

our Sires sing their own song.


Vijay Vardhan Kudari

Generation - V

Kudari's Gene