indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

A Boat-Ride, Surreal - Poem by indira babbellapati

there, there...down there
through a thicket of fog
beckoned a vacant boat
i fought through the fog
and reached a zone, misty
the boat pulled me as if
i were a piece of iron
i hastened through
the layers and layers...
there i was, at last
assured that it would
take me to the other bank
it wasn't to be
the gently rocking boat
began on an erratic sail
down down the stream
in its womb of deception
hid many a whirlpool
the waters jerky...
hey, what was i doing
sitting in a boat with no oars
nor knowing how to swim...!

'you're the boatman
you're the oars...
row row...
the other bank
a distant dream
row row...'

a song filled the stream...

18dec2009
0540hra


Comments about A Boat-Ride, Surreal by indira babbellapati

  • Freshman - 518 Points Indira Renganathan (12/21/2009 9:34:00 AM)

    Real dreaming in spate of words....no doubt that you're an adept at surrealistic poetry..exciting...thanks a lot (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie - 1 Points Sandra Martyres (12/20/2009 8:24:00 AM)

    You capture the readers' interest until the very end in this surreal piece...good write Indira. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ranjit Ravindran (12/18/2009 9:51:00 PM)

    May I too join you in your boat ride. I can take the oars. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 22 Points Chandrashekar A Posy Poet (12/18/2009 1:26:00 AM)

    so soothing....so beautiful.............................. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 18, 2009

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 3, 2010


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