Harindhar Reddy Poems

All alone, aside, aground, bays an empty soul - nameless,
Afloat, adrift, awash, says an empty ghoul - shameless!
In thoughts - I am lost, tattles an empty vessel - aimless,
I am with me yet all alone, rattles an empty skull - rudderless!
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Suppose! Life is a hunting - daunting play ground.........
Tut! The fate is a game of wild-goose chase on a pitcher's mound;
Holy man, holystone! go and hunt the doom – find it around
Otherwise it will chase you like a Shuddery demon and scary imp
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Earth laughs in flowers, flowers laugh in showers,
Sea laughs in fishes, fishes laugh in waters ……
Sky laughs in clouds, clouds laugh in rain, oh sire!
But man laughs in BSNL Towers and what a satire!
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Green, yellow and red aren't my darling colors but pure lights of
Traffic with some wish in my witty kit – Snowy white graceful
Gardenia requests you to love and forgive others freely –
Faithful blues from the sky iris says never give up
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The companionship is human quality -
Bygone days, we stuck together needed each other with a pity,
We tend to live more isolated with tiles and styles in a ultramodern city,
We had it better when we lived in close proximity so pay penalty.
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A spark from heaven travelled on to the earth in 1963!
He was indebted to mother for his knowledge of efflorescence,
Stating “brothers and sisters of America”, he, a speaker of eloquence,
At Parliament of World’s Religions in Chicago with eminence
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Among the blob fishes the creepiest critters lives a goby – little one;
Among the diabolic harpy eagle dwells solo hornbill – cute one!
In the grotesque trees of deep woods stood a lonely bird – blue one;
In between the Voodoo lily survives blue daisy – pretty one.
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In lonely woods, I met Cyclops with solo eye and single mouth with fire
Goofing around in a city by varying names – hobo, hog are names few;
Anchorite, Hieronymite, troglodyte, , stylite, road hog are names new -
Solo Cyclops is a 16th century’s leviathan & 21st century’s plastic gyre.
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I saw wonder boys, swinging on birches, on the seamy side,
I saw tender girls, swinging on birches, in the nature wide,
Yippee! I told them let me have a swing of riches,
Woof! Woof! Now I dreamt of going back to birches ……….
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I saw imaginary masks walking along the streets in the Wolf Creek,
So I too wear a mask to hide my tears with a big smile plastic.
An absolute darkness is eating me, all I can feel is heebie-jeebies;
Yuk! I'm sucked deeper and deeper into a hole of screaming meemies!
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