indira babbellapati Poems

Rain-days are funny
Funnier, rain-nights
The sky assumes
All grey, black and purple
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I look around
And retrieve to
My regular corner
The glass widow
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Sitting beside reluctant fan
That rotates at its will
I indulge in a shadow boxing
With the insider
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Who remembers whom

When one goes beyond reach?
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'hey, where were you? '

'well, i was pulled
into one of those
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in the incessant flow
of silence that surrounds me
you are embedded
the way a delicate melody is
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no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
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shared happiness doubled
shared grief doubly relieved
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You did
What you thought
Was right
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On this sweltering afternoon
When you knocked at my door
Didn't I accost you
And demand of you,
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