indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

indira babbellapati Poems

1. The Blind Me 8/31/2009
2. O, Curtain Boy...My Curtain Boy! 9/2/2009
3. A Surreal Moment 9/6/2009
4. In The Dark Portals 7/22/2009
5. Sand Sculpture 9/11/2009
6. But Let The Show Go At Its Pace! 9/19/2009
7. Relationships 9/19/2009
8. Difference Doesn'T Lie In Distance 9/19/2009
9. Please Tell Me, If You Ever Know... 9/20/2009
10. On Seeing An Infant's Photograph* 9/20/2009
11. Some Thoughts To Ponder... 9/20/2009
12. Some Thoughts To Ponder: Ii 9/22/2009
13. Poetry N Me 9/22/2009
14. Inside A Breathing Tomb... 9/23/2009
15. His Love 9/25/2009
16. On The High Seas 9/25/2009
17. Your Abode 9/27/2009
18. They Moved In Awe... 9/27/2009
19. Some Thoughts To Ponder: Iii 9/27/2009
20. Some Thoughts To Ponder: Iv 9/29/2009
21. Just A Plain Surface 9/29/2009
22. Some Thoughts To Ponder: V 9/30/2009
23. Into Another Wilderness 10/1/2009
24. Tryst With Winds 10/2/2009
25. Life-Force* 10/2/2009
26. At The Nariman Point 10/6/2009
27. Beware...! 10/7/2009
28. Here Again...! 10/8/2009
29. Here And Now 10/8/2009
30. Let The Body Speak' 10/9/2009
31. In Inevitable Absences... 10/10/2009
32. On This Sunday Morning 10/10/2009
33. Reverberating Breath 10/15/2009
34. Letters 9/17/2009
35. Beyond The Frame 10/17/2009
36. A Karma Yogi 10/18/2009
37. Yet Another Rebirth 10/18/2009
38. Some Thoughts To Ponder: Vi 10/21/2009
39. He And She 10/21/2009
40. My Breath 10/24/2009
Best Poem of indira babbellapati

' 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
00.00hrs

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But Why...?

My personal sky
went bereft of the moon
last night;
a blank desert in grey

In the morning
the sun lost his way
amidst the undulating sands

The cyclic rhythms
out of tune…

But why…?

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