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indira babbellapati Poems
' A Nigh...
After dancing on the nightly lips Dreams melt in The unrealized passion of the night
I dwell In the absence You left behind
' A Poem o...
That which allows one To stay put amidst chaos That's peace
' a small attempt to captu...
there's the sea there's the sky the moon and the wind too a picture perfect setting
' A Poem For A...
Woman, Demean not your body Given to you For a divine purpose!
stop not these tears…
do we have the right to be called human just because we know how to conceal our nudity?
' A ...
Under a sky That never touched The earth
' some haikus ...
this marble full moon sliding on a subdued sky a foolish heart's tale
in the seas of your eyes i see the reflection of the sun rise and the sun set
' A Poem of Love on a S...
When my eyes For the first time
It has been telling me Many a tale Of woe and joy In infancy
' Few Two Liners ...
I’ve known reception I’ve seen rejection I’ve known how life gets reduced to a memory
How does one define separation? What does one mean by separation? Is it when breath is severed from the body? Is it when the court of law declares 'divorced? '
Rain on tinned roof Rain on concrete Rain soaking into sands Rain on soft earth
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' A Night Poem '
After dancing on the nightly lips
Dreams melt in
The unrealized passion of the night
After choking the night's lungs
Nightmares break into
Dripping sweat on the night's skin
Where do colourful dreams
And nightmares equally
Hide in this gorging night?
Dismembered by the ravenous night
The vacuous body lumbers
In the vacant corridors of the day
17 May 2011