indira babbellapati Poems

the earth transformed
herself into an hour glass...
more fragile than ever
...

i carefully place
myself on the pyre of
dreams that desert me
from time to time...
...

Down down there
Deep deep in the hidden recesses
There lies a little space
Vacant and welcoming…
...

desire hurled
into the wilderness of passion
hits back with the force
of a boomerang
...

the sea, the moonlight
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
...

the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
...

the trees extended
into a hazy sky hiding
away part of them
down below a
...

For some indiscernible reason
A flash of tears gets
Halted in their flow
At the throat
...

last night a rape of
disappointment ravaged me
its ugly hands invaded my
body and spirit
...

i nurse it
i nurture it
at times
i neglect it
...