Jagannath rao Adukuri


Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

1. A Photographer’s “doggereal” 11/7/2008
2. The Photographer's Quest 11/7/2008
3. Sunrise 11/7/2008
4. Urban Legends 11/7/2008
5. The Plastic Curtain 11/7/2008
6. Transience 11/7/2008
7. The Crows 11/7/2008
8. Miracles 11/7/2008
9. The Morning After The Train Journey 11/7/2008
10. The Sea 11/7/2008
11. Words Are Things 11/7/2008
12. God’s Mountains 11/7/2008
13. Images In Poetry 11/7/2008
14. At The Kapady Beach In Kerala 11/7/2008
15. Black And White Dreams 11/8/2008
16. Mother And Sea 11/13/2008
17. Poems 11/13/2008
18. Responsibility 11/13/2008
19. The Rock 11/13/2008
20. Possession 11/13/2008
21. Struggle 11/13/2008
22. Existence 11/13/2008
23. Leaves 11/13/2008
24. On Return To Mumbai 11/13/2008
25. The Sun-Photographer 11/13/2008
26. Train Thoughts 11/20/2008
27. Broken Images 11/22/2008
28. The Skull-Pot 11/22/2008
29. Fears 11/22/2008
30. Sunrise And Flowers 11/22/2008
31. Images In A Train 11/22/2008
32. Fear Of Death 11/22/2008
33. The Song 11/22/2008
34. Sideshow 11/22/2008
35. The Firangipani Flowers 11/22/2008
36. Alive In A Train 11/22/2008
37. The Secret Of Chidambaram 11/22/2008
38. A Blade Of Grass 11/22/2008
39. Reverse View 11/22/2008
40. Fever 11/22/2008
Best Poem of Jagannath rao Adukuri

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 morning slowly dries wet clothes,
Dripping, they smell of blue detergent
The house there wakes up bleary-eyed
Hesitating shadows emerge from the walls
A varnished gate, the midget of a woman
On the concrete bench, in the garden
Measuring the length of her shadow
A riot of bougainvillea bursts on the rock
Like a Chinese vase with fresh geraniums
Fresh coffee drip-drops in the percolator
Filling the ...

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Morning Images

My images were diffused and meshed with a train’s song
That jostled with a bird-call in the morning’s silence
As the winter’s grass-cold seeped through bare feet
Consciousness became learning and then white screen of death
As a certain heart of lipid deposits became blue and unmoving
An abrupt epilogue to a life’s power point presentation.
A tree gave up consciousness, ready to feed the gardener’s fire
Unmindful birds chirped on its dead branches in the soft sun
Everything went on the us

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