indira babbellapati

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indira babbellapati Poems

641. From The Banks Of Ganga: Vii 3/21/2012
642. Pain In Aquarium 11/23/2011
643. Can There Be A Title? 11/1/2011
644. You, Clouds And I 10/11/2011
645. A Poem Of Once Upon A Time... 8/25/2011
646. You, Tears And I 9/16/2011
647. A Poem On Jagannadh 7/7/2011
648. Across The Lake Unto The Sky 7/12/2011
649. A Poem Expecting Rain 7/6/2011
650. ' A Poem Called Monsoon Magic! ' 6/13/2011
651. ' A Poem That Woke Me Up! ' 5/29/2011
652. ' A Poem That Played With Me! ' ' 5/29/2011
653. ' Separation ' 5/20/2011
654. ' In The Presence Of An Avadhut* ' 4/18/2011
655. ' A Poem Of Love On A Spring Morning ' 4/4/2011
656. ' On An Early Summer Morning ' 4/5/2011
657. ' In The Process... ' 4/1/2011
658. A Night Poem 8/6/2010
659. Yesterday's Dream* 10/17/2010
660. Once I Was Foolish 10/22/2010
661. Grandpa's Clock 12/19/2009
662. 'This Too Shall Pass Away...' 6/14/2010
663. For Him I Know Not: Iii 5/4/2010
664. But Still... 12/29/2009
665. As The Lord Is Ensconced In His Chariot… 6/25/2009
666. Your Eyes 10/1/2009
667. Shadow Play 9/25/2009
668. Drama Named Desire*(Originally Titled 'Passion') 9/16/2009
669. Peacock-Feather Sea 8/22/2009
670. Purple Passion...Senryu 11/1/2009
671. Diwali's Challenge 10/17/2009
672. ' Chemistry Of Poetry ' 2/22/2010
673. You And I 12/22/2009
674. Reality Vs Illusion 7/4/2010
675. ' Untitled: Iii ' 7/17/2010
676. Granular Nights 7/25/2010
677. From My Yellowed Pages 12/2/2010
678. The Nine Manifestations Of The Mother 10/17/2010
679. ' A Poem On An Unexpected Rain ' 7/4/2011
680. A Poem On The Fragile Nature Of Communication 7/1/2011

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...

    S.T.Coleridge

    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 world...in 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! ! !

    Regards…

    Sivan..

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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 Night Poem '

After dancing on the nightly lips
Dreams melt in
The unrealized passion of the night

After choking the night's lungs
Nightmares break into
Dripping sweat on the night's skin

Where do colourful dreams
And nightmares equally
Hide in this gorging night?

Dismembered by the ravenous night
The vacuous body lumbers
In the vacant corridors of the day

17 May 2011
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Read the full of ' A Night Poem '

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

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