indira babbellapati Poems

The quicksilver-emotions
Do not allow me
Even a moment
Of freedom from
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there, there...down there
through a thicket of fog
beckoned a vacant boat
i fought through the fog
...

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Once upon a time
From the ashes
I was made to come alive
...

I don’t want to sleep so soon

Yesterday’s dream is still raw
...

many a time i wonder
what's freedom is all about
the world and i
are so much obsessed
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the ebb and tide for once
froze as your deft hands
dealt with the sand particles
to carve my sculpture by the shore
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The smell of sea
trespassed into your hair
Drawing a deep breath
I stood transfixed
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born with the armour
that none can penetrate
death alone can shoot...
...

I with utmost care
Place this tear
On the funeral pyre
Don't look down
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before you know
i'll be gone from this world
and so from your world too
like a whiff of smoke
...