indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

indira babbellapati Poems

121. Travails Of 'Travel' 7/9/2012
122. Ah! 7/19/2012
123. This Is Time! 7/19/2012
124. Confluence Of Time 7/19/2012
125. 07... 7/20/2012
126. Explorations: I 9/4/2012
127. Explorations: Ii 9/4/2012
128. Explorations: Iii 9/4/2012
129. Explorations: Iv 9/4/2012
130. Explorations: Vi 9/10/2012
131. Explorations: Vii 9/10/2012
132. Explorations: Viii 9/11/2012
133. Explorations: Ix 9/11/2012
134. Explorations: X 9/12/2012
135. Explorations: Xi 9/13/2012
136. Explorations: Xiv 9/24/2012
137. Explorations: Xv 9/26/2012
138. Explorations: Xvi 9/26/2012
139. Explorations: Xxi 10/2/2012
140. Explorations: Xix 10/1/2012
141. How It Rains And Rains 10/2/2012
142. Explorations: Xxii 10/11/2012
143. Explorations: Xxiii 10/16/2012
144. Explorations: Xxiv 10/16/2012
145. Explorations: Xviii 9/30/2012
146. Haikus In Solitude 10/19/2012
147. Explorations: Xxv 10/18/2012
148. Explorations: Xxvi 10/29/2012
149. Explorations: Xxvii 10/29/2012
150. Of Wick And Light 11/4/2012
151. In The Throes Of Storm 11/4/2012
152. Explorations: Xxviii 11/6/2012
153. Explorations: Xxix 11/6/2012
154. Explorations: Xxxi 11/11/2012
155. Lamp In Senryu 11/14/2012
156. Senryu Of Lamp 11/15/2012
157. Losing Myself... 11/16/2012
158. Explorations: Xxxii 11/17/2012
159. Explorations: Xxxiii 11/19/2012
160. Explorations: Xxxiv 11/19/2012

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

Stop Not These Tears…

do we have the right
to be called human
just because we know
how to conceal our nudity?

do we have the right
to be called human
just because we can
translate our gibberish
thoughts into meaningful(?) words?

do we have the right
to be called human
just because we mastered
the art of standing(?) on two legs?

whoever named this natural
instinct all living organisms share
as love?

how misplaced is the emotion!
how misinterpreted is the emotion!

is it love if it craves so much bloodshed?
is it love if it ...

Read the full of Stop Not These Tears…

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