Varala Anand

Early, before the sunrise
Felt somebody called me
I walked into the balcony
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Village without a pond
Is just like,
Hairless head and
Heartless body
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It's difficult to sustain
When the edge of failure
Is visible within the sight
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Just like,
The blooming of the flower
The fall of the snow
The enshrouding of the cloud
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During sleepless nights
Awakening is an illusion
Sleep is a delusion
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On the wings of time
The journey of life,
Swings and sways
Like a water bearer's sling.
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For me,
Poetry is not just poetry
Half sound, half silence
Sound, a hiccup,
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Sitting idle isn't prudent
There should be a start
From thoughts or experiences
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Shadow, forever,
Opposite to the light

Roars
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Flow is an eternal truth;
Motion is a reality;
Mobility is life.
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As though black clouds cast over
As though in a storm of dust
The wind on the road
Spin and spin and inundated
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In isolation
My head shrivels
And heart shrinks
Eyes in meekness
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Wake up with the morning star
Start with the daily chores
Speak to the people and
Share with the neighbours
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Poetry at home
And panorama of the world
Are like oxygen.
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Muktakaalu
- Anand Varala

Plants are scintillating as the stars of the sky.
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Love, love and love, why do you pester? Love without friendship
Doesn't live; will a flower bloom in the air?
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Walking step by step, I looked at sky;
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I sit hours together
Days and nights
With a white paper in my front
And a pen in hand
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Behind the closed doors
The colourful books
Organized in rows
Umpteen feelings
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