indira babbellapati Poems

Mama, why does the moon
Come with me everywhere
That's because you and moon
Are forever friends, my dear
...

i once again
took a peek into
the cave of my
moistured solitude:
...

inside
money and power
change equations
with the ease of a
...

(*in response to dr. kamran bukhari's 'psyche')

and look what he does
he goes on searching
...

the first rays of the sun
penetrated into the house
bright and pointed
from the eastern door
...

i've no vocabulary
only emotion
when i say i'm as fragile
as an egg
...

non-stop sneezing
water dripping from
eyes red and bulged
blocked nostrils adding
...

Hello...
anybody there?

yes, come on in!
...

Sorrow at times builds
an impenetrable rocky fort
around body and heart;
I grope in vain for a narrow
...

Nothing or none could ever tell
what this love is. Love, that can
assume any colour, any taste,
scent or colour without a context
...