Jagannath rao Adukuri
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Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems
A blade of grass
I cannot focus awareness on the winding road The distant hill is covered in a blue haze There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing Only the other day I was a blade of grass
The kitchen (A tribute to woman)
We liked her much and her ethereal self She carried her transience about her As though it was a long flowing toga For her transience was a settled matter
A boat trip on the Ganges in Calcutta
At nightfall the pretty Ganges wore A black sequined satin dress and A splendid necklace studded with Candle-like lights on the bridge
The Tirumala hills
Here yawning time-distances shrink. New chemical formulas emerge. All that is thought logical merges Into camphor-fragrant unreality
The body had struggled for a whole night Calling for a tranquil, unquestioning acceptance A typhoon in the intestines caused the mind to swirl In a smelly rejection across the car seat
Tales of the Sculptures: Krishnapuram te...
A petrified man-beast Had a sense of fair play The princess sniggered prettily On the hunter’s abducting shoulders
The shadows were cool liquid and sensuous Dense in the core but undefined in the edges They were not like the morning shadows Warm and expectant under the April sun
When the stars sprinkled dust on our roof And the night’s queen whitely bloomed. There was déjà vu in the night’s smell The left over one of the previous day
I have known it coming all these days These specters in long white gowns Decide my future in hushed whispers As their smoky whiteness envelops me
An October Morning
Here, in October, scores of dragonflies Fly about like miniature airplanes Speckled butterflies collide with them Floating in the air like catamarans
The Guava Tree
She pretends she does not limp Resting a hand on the wobbly knee Her bones could be heard creaking She does not acknowledge this.
The memoirs of a Geisha
The geisha had eyes like rain. There was laughter in her eyes That looked the color of rain.
At Sriperumbudur, The birthplace of Rama...
What floated idly in our dreams Incorporated our liquid selves, Quickly, into its fluffy cotton clouds. We are not we of our dreams
Our horses no longer fly
The Bankura Horses
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A blade of grass
I cannot focus awareness on the winding road
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze
There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing
Only the other day I was a blade of grass
Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze
Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being
Just like that hill covered in a haze of forgetfulness.