indira babbellapati Poems

before you know
i'll be gone from this world
and so from your world too
like a whiff of smoke
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'my insider is tired...'
there's no 'mmm...'
or an 'ahh...'
in response
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where do i belong
i seem to ask myself
more often than ever
as i float on the surface
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Poetry
Has no
Time sense!
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That which allows one
To stay put amidst chaos
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the blinding skin
allows not a blink of respite
from illusion
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as he walked out
drops of moonlight
trickled down my limping back
the tear that dropped into my palm
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Self stood apart
It stood witness
To an unusual union
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On this monsoon afternoon
As I lie in an uneasy stupor
An inexplicable power of magic
Insulates me
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On a day when the sun's chariot
Is picking its momentum and
The night still exhaling cool
Dampness on the day's pricking skin
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