Biography of indira babbellapati
...to me writing poetry is strictly a business of the heart beyond the existential concerns of here and now...
welcome to my pages...i'm grateful to all who read what i write and encourage me.
indira babbellapati Poems
I dwell In the absence You left behind
Stop Not These Tears…
do we have the right to be called human just because we know how to conceal our nudity?
' A Small Attempt To Captu...
there's the sea there's the sky the moon and the wind too a picture perfect setting
It has been telling me Many a tale Of woe and joy In infancy
' A Nigh...
After dancing on the nightly lips Dreams melt in The unrealized passion of the night
' A Poem For A...
Woman, Demean not your body Given to you For a divine purpose!
' A Poem O...
That which allows one To stay put amidst chaos That's peace
' A ...
Under a sky That never touched The earth
in the seas of your eyes i see the reflection of the sun rise and the sun set
' A Poem Of Love On A S...
When my eyes For the first time
' A Poe...
Unexpected thunders Rolling and flowing as Sweetest music
' A Poem C...
Our foot prints On the dark damp sands Of last evening Rushed upon my heart
' A Poem ...
We played and played Hours days months years You went your way And I went my way
Rain on tinned roof Rain on concrete Rain soaking into sands Rain on soft earth
Call Of Desire*
this embryonic desire
to surrender myself
at the altar of your passion
to feel the warmth of your breath
that breathes the skin
into a glow
to taste those lips
that determine the course
of our growing passions