indira babbellapati Poems

Meandering
Cyclic
Tortuous
Winding paths
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Across the lake
Unto the sky
There bloomed a rainbow
To feast my eye
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childhood-
chipped pieces of wood
stoking
fires of youth
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On that early winter morning
The sun and I wiggled our way
Cutting through the placenta
To touch the earth to begin
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Haven’t I planned to frame
And hang on the wall?
Ah, lackluster walls
Insipid!
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free me from memory trap
just as the foot prints on
a sandy beach get constantly
washed away by the waves
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Heart within heart
Life within life
A hope?
A mirage?
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</>every month
my womanhood gets
thrown into the dustbin
at the street corner
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had always toyed with
this idea we call destiny
is it some pre-programmed stuff?
is it scripted by me?
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once again the earth
stealthily gnawed at her own margins
entombing gods and humans alike.
freezing all human activity
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