indira babbellapati Poems

Past:
A world by itself
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The cloud at the horizon
Hung dark; an over laden
Piece of sponge precariously
Holding the water on earth
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Sleep waits on the periphery

of the niggardly night, to slide down
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allow time to flow
to let everything
wash off in the flow
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every word he spoke
was dipped in conviction
every nuisance of the body
spoke of his resolve
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when things connive
to unify
is there a force
that can tear them apart?
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two ancient bodies set on a voyage
on the high seas of passion

outside through the window
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what enchanting lands
are let loose behind
those eyes?
the smile tells me
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...amidst the ruins
silhouetted in moonlight
eyes moved in unique rhythm
to an array of tantric sculptures
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in this seductive interplay of
sun and shadows
in this intirguing drama of
light and darkness
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