indira babbellapati

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indira babbellapati Poems

601. A Poem That Morphed Me 8/11/2011
602. A Poem Of Moving Fire N Fiery Wings 8/4/2011
603. A Poem I Filled Myself! 8/9/2011
604. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: I 8/9/2011
605. A Poem Salvaged From The Bin… 9/10/2010
606. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Ii 8/9/2011
607. A Poem Unfolding Towards Revelation 7/1/2011
608. A Senryu Of Umbrella 11/21/2011
609. A Poem In Visible Darkness 12/12/2011
610. Can There Be A Title? 11/1/2011
611. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Iii 8/9/2011
612. A Poem Expecting Rain 7/6/2011
613. A Night Poem 8/6/2010
614. A Poem On Fanciful Passions 7/8/2011
615. When Sleep Eludes 6/15/2011
616. A Small Wish 2/1/2010
617. A Poem On Jagannadh 7/7/2011
618. A Poem Loitering On An Unfamiliar Landscape! 6/30/2011
619. A Poem Of Many Dreams... 8/10/2011
620. Flame Of The Forest, A Senryu 9/15/2011
621. Wink-Less Night, A Senryu 10/1/2011
622. Fear Of Darkness 2/27/2010
623. When Love Surges 11/27/2010
624. Between You And Me: V 10/16/2011
625. Where Am I? 4/11/2012
626. Dolce Far Niente, A Sequel* 11/9/2009
627. Woman* 10/17/2010
628. Woman 7/1/2010
629. Star Light Star Bright 10/22/2009
630. Yet Another Blast... 9/8/2011
631. Word-Pictures In Three Liners 1/6/2012
632. A Poem Called She 8/2/2011
633. Fluidity 3/25/2010
634. A Facet 4/15/2011
635. Between The Two 8/11/2010
636. A Poem On Yin And Yang 8/20/2011
637. A Poem Of Raindrops And You! 6/29/2011
638. Between You And Me: Vi 10/23/2011
639. Companionship 12/2/2009
640. Cactus Dreams 1/15/2010

Comments about indira babbellapati

  • Tirupathi Chandrupatla Tirupathi Chandrupatla (5/16/2013 8:41:00 PM)

    Images creep out of the ordinary in Ms Babbellapati's poems. Images imagined, real, surreal, of intense thought, and action simply take shape out of no where. Dreams, rains, monsoon, water drops from the roofs, waves, sea in action, nature, and fellow beings show up elsewhere. It's then only a matter of choice of words. She chooses them with utmost precision and leads us precisely to where she wants us to go.We then get lost in a world of its own design.

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  • Shahzia Batool Shahzia Batool (6/20/2012 9:49:00 AM)

    .PROSE - words in their best order
    POETRY- the best words in their best order...


    Ms. Babbellapati knows this art fully.She uses language most precisely and exploits all of the resources of
    language wonderfully in order to convey her meaning to the conscious reader.From the long mythical poems and series work to the short Senryus n haikus, her diction varies according to the ends she wishes to achieve. She decides it by the nature of the literary form, the subject n the style .Her poems sometimes serve as Idylls to describe a euphoric environment which is remotely attainable. Her pages are a welcome shelter away from the worries n woes of the my little contact i found her a learned person, an affectionate lady, n a wonderful poet..

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  • Allemagne Roßmann Allemagne Roßmann (10/8/2011 2:25:00 PM)

    It has been transcending through a couple of odd years moving on towards the forefront of the third since the read on Miss Indira Babbellapati`s poems are spraying lemons on the sins of life and its dire consequences-sorrows, losses, gains, wins, passions, regrets in all allegories and rhetorics.The verses are also precise and lucid and therefore forays with all-from henchmen to bugbears, from learner to learned as we are all beaten slowly slowly from life to death.But in her poems the minds somehow feel be invested where damp squibs of daily life are turned with her touch into real and resplendent stuffs-truths so acidic and loaded with the contemptible art of cluttered expletives for me especially who is a lily-livered writer.But ever since i know is that the what i called a slice of life was never fulfilled until it guzzled up the dishes of Miss Babbellapati edge-on-the-seat where it starts and meanders.In German-ausgezeichnet and in English-outstanding.

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  • Patrick A. Martin (10/10/2009 12:11:00 AM)

    Indir Babbellapati is a poet of distinction. A sculturess of the written word. When looking for gems that sparkle go to her page you won't be diappointed.
    Patrick A Martin

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  • Pitilosi Mdala (9/20/2009 5:08:00 PM)

    I am so into sand sculpture

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  • Ranjit Ravindran (9/17/2009 2:21:00 PM)

    An angel of goodwill with childlike innocence,
    Lively and cheerfulness in abundance,
    Caring mother with great patience,
    Teacher by profession with exceptional brilliance,
    Poet at heart with supreme valiance,
    Translator of literature, Telugu by preference.

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  • ata khan (3/29/2009 7:26:00 AM)

    I like how you listed your poems

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  • Sivan P.G Menon (7/14/2008 10:59:00 AM)

    Dear Indira..

    Is exploitation…Oppression…. Misdemeanor.. a legacy?
    Men…its time we change …

    Head strong content of human right …social commitment…
    Relevant eternally…

    Crisp..Bold & hard hitting! ! !



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  • Jerry Hughes (7/16/2007 2:46:00 AM)

    A sheer delight to read this taleted lady's work...

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Best Poem of indira babbellapati

' A Poem That Woke Me Up! '

I dwell
In the absence
You left behind

That absence occupies me

I dabble
In the silence
You fill me with

That's my silent connect

This heart
Still sings
The moonlight sonata of yore

That silent score sustains me

My breath
Still draws in
The perfume dabbed on this skin

That silently nurtures hope in me

Every night
I bury tear for you
In my heart

That quenches my heart's thirst

Read the full of ' A Poem That Woke Me Up! '

A Surreal Moment

in the midnight hours
my soul abruptly taps
me on my cheek
into wakefulness
all around me
faint shadows of
increasing complexities
and absurdities grow
larger than life and

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