indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

indira babbellapati Poems

641. Beyond Recognition 12/24/2009
642. Dialogue With Self: Ii 12/7/2009
643. ...Embedded In Silence 12/5/2009
644. Wrapped In Layers Of Oblivion 9/25/2010
645. A Poem Sliding Down The Glass-Pane 7/5/2011
646. A Poem Of Rain-Days And Rain-Nights 8/5/2011
647. A Poem On A Monsoon Afternoon 7/17/2011
648. A Poem That Radiates 6/22/2011
649. A Chance Rendezvous 2/10/2010
650. You, Clouds And I 10/11/2011
651. A Senryu 1/17/2010
652. For Him I Know Not 4/17/2010
653. A Poem Of Peace And Strength! 6/30/2011
654. You, Poetry And I 9/26/2011
655. A Poem That Peeked Within 9/7/2011
656. Dialogue With Self 12/5/2009
657. But Still... 12/29/2009
658. A Poem On Obsequies To A Tear 8/16/2011
659. A Senryu On Life N Death 1/9/2010
660. Freedom And I 12/21/2009
661. Sand Sculpture 9/11/2009
662. You, Sea And I 9/15/2011
663. Yesterday's Dream* 10/17/2010
664. A Poem Of Once Upon A Time... 8/25/2011
665. A Boat-Ride, Surreal 12/18/2009
666. You, My Emotions And I 9/26/2011
667. You, Communication And I 9/27/2011
668. A Poem Of Shadow Boxing With Self 9/6/2011
669. A Poem On The Fragile Nature Of Communication 7/1/2011
670. A Respite Within Respite 2/12/2010
671. Where Dreams Bloom 3/23/2010
672. Ah, Winter! 1/5/2012
673. A Small Couplet: Ii 12/23/2009
674. But Let The Show Go At Its Pace! 9/19/2009
675. A Monsoon Precursor 7/6/2010
676. Desire 1/9/2010
677. Disappointment 12/30/2009
678. You, Tears And I 9/16/2011
679. Forest Mist 12/10/2009
680. Dis/Enchantment? 11/19/2009

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! '

Peacock-Feather Sea

scorching sun above
undulating waves below
in between the vacant me
as my eyes extended
their vision on this
monsoon afternoon
the sea turned
into one sprawling
peacock feather...


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