indira babbellapati Poems

Unnamed river of mysterious origins
At the high mountains, am i
Flowing in multiple paths
From the terrains touched
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the earth transformed
herself into an hour glass...
more fragile than ever
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i carefully place
myself on the pyre of
dreams that desert me
from time to time...
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Down down there
Deep deep in the hidden recesses
There lies a little space
Vacant and welcoming…
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desire hurled
into the wilderness of passion
hits back with the force
of a boomerang
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the sea, the moonlight
the shining sands afar
and the landscape one far
stretching silhouette
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the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
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the trees extended
into a hazy sky hiding
away part of them
down below a
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For some indiscernible reason
A flash of tears gets
Halted in their flow
At the throat
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last night a rape of
disappointment ravaged me
its ugly hands invaded my
body and spirit
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