indira babbellapati

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indira babbellapati Poems

241. Last Night Senryus 6/15/2011
242. A Poem Of Raindrops And You! 6/28/2011
243. A Poem Unfolding Towards Revelation 7/1/2011
244. A Poem Loitering On An Unfamiliar Landscape! 6/30/2011
245. A Poem Of Raindrops And You! 6/29/2011
246. A Poem That Radiates 6/22/2011
247. A Poem On A Lonely Monsoon Night 7/11/2011
248. Across The Lake Unto The Sky 7/12/2011
249. A Poem To The Master 7/15/2011
250. Take Me To Your Heart... 7/17/2011
251. Companionship 12/2/2009
252. A Poem That Came Alive 7/22/2011
253. A Poem Sliding Down The Glass-Pane 7/5/2011
254. A Poem From A Child's Heart 8/2/2011
255. A Poem On A Monsoon Afternoon 7/17/2011
256. Of The Seed N The Tree 8/4/2011
257. A Poem Of Moving Fire N Fiery Wings 8/4/2011
258. A Poem I Filled Myself! 8/9/2011
259. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: I 8/9/2011
260. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Iii 8/9/2011
261. A Poem Of Thoughts As The Evening Faded: Ii 8/9/2011
262. A Poem Of Many Dreams... 8/10/2011
263. A Poem That Morphed Me 8/11/2011
264. A Poem On A Wholesome Mother 8/17/2011
265. A Poem At A Memorial Meeting 8/17/2011
266. A Poem Called A Lump In My Throat 8/18/2011
267. Two Haiku 8/26/2011
268. A Poem Of Shadow Boxing With Self 9/6/2011
269. A Poem That Peeked Within 9/7/2011
270. Yet Another Blast... 9/8/2011
271. Random Three Liners 9/9/2011
272. For Him I Know Not... 9/11/2011
273. A Poem Seeking Permission... 9/11/2011
274. Senryus Of Night Queen 9/13/2011
275. Flame Of The Forest, A Senryu 9/15/2011
276. You, Sea And I 9/15/2011
277. Confession, A Senryu 9/19/2011
278. A Poem Of Ruminations 9/20/2011
279. A Poem That Whispered Its Longings 9/21/2011
280. A Poem In Waiting 8/23/2011

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..

  • 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.

  • 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

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

    I am so into sand sculpture

  • 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.

  • ata khan (3/29/2009 7:26:00 AM)

    I like how you listed your poems

  • 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..

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

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

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 '

The Blind Me

every word he spoke
was dipped in conviction
every nuisance of the body
spoke of his resolve

he sat on the other side

the questions rolled
and he matched each with equal grit

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