indira babbellapati (visakhapatnam, india)

Shadows meet in night for a day's doom to glorify
Shadows meet and change their geospatial axis
Shadows run as silhouette in an inquisitive mind
Shadows are sigh and sensitive; so silent for a shadow's sake
Shadows undress in colours of man and a woman
Shadows hue collected makes the next morning look like a day
Shadows then separate to search for more in shores of ocean
where they met
before shadows become shell of an oyster with their colours
stigmatizing more shadows to come
In shadow's shannonical sarcasm
Melee and myriad shadows
to be one and only shadowed showdown
to be shadowy forever.

a postmodern sweet smell in this piece! excellent!
10+

From: Brett Ackerman (Colorado Springs United States; Male; 44)
To: Indira Babbellapati
Date Time: 9/28/2009 9: 33: 00 PM (GMT -6: 00)


Subject: Re: shadow play


Interesting play on words. I like the association with clothes.

'night', 'painted'; 'shadows' 'colour',
ma'am, u've blended these immiscibles in a fantastic way to produce some delightful imagery and emotion.
loved it.
thank you.

.....two shadows painted in one color.......; to me it is deeply thought provoking, indira......

lots can be said about this piece.. the most important of which is.. I Like it..hehe

clothes
pretentions
lie scattered

the walls of the night
are painted with shadows
in a single colour

Lovely piece Indira.....