Jagannath rao Adukuri


Jagannath rao Adukuri Poems

201. Break 8/20/2010
202. The Wind Palace Of Jaipur 8/20/2010
203. Passing By A Tribal Weekly Fair In Bastar 8/20/2010
204. Suicide 8/20/2010
205. Dying Of Love 8/20/2010
206. The Manikarnika Ghat 8/20/2010
207. Upon The Death Of A Dear Colleague 8/20/2010
208. Tribute To Bismillah Khan, The Shehnai Maestro 8/20/2010
209. On Return From The Puri Jagannath Temple 8/20/2010
210. My Mother's Last Days 8/19/2010
211. Kolkata's Kids 11/25/2008
212. Rains In Tirupati 11/25/2008
213. On The Vizag Beach 11/25/2008
214. The Juggernaut 11/23/2008
215. A Photographer’s Quest 11/13/2008
216. At Sriperumbudur, The Birthplace Of Ramanujacharya 11/22/2008
217. Our Horses No Longer Fly 11/23/2008
218. An October Morning 11/24/2008
219. The Guava Tree 11/25/2008
220. The Memoirs Of A Geisha 8/19/2010
221. Faith 11/27/2008
222. Shadows 11/27/2008
223. The Tirumala Hills 11/24/2008
224. Heart Attack 12/5/2008
225. Tales Of The Sculptures: Krishnapuram Temple 11/25/2008
226. Acceptance 11/24/2008
227. A Boat Trip On The Ganges In Calcutta 11/23/2008
228. The Kitchen (A Tribute To Woman) 11/7/2008
229. A Blade Of Grass 11/22/2008

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A Blade Of Grass

I cannot focus awareness on the winding road
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze
There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing
Only the other day I was a blade of grass
Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze
Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being
Just like that hill covered in a haze of forgetfulness.

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Morning Images

My images were diffused and meshed with a train’s song
That jostled with a bird-call in the morning’s silence
As the winter’s grass-cold seeped through bare feet
Consciousness became learning and then white screen of death
As a certain heart of lipid deposits became blue and unmoving
An abrupt epilogue to a life’s power point presentation.
A tree gave up consciousness, ready to feed the gardener’s fire
Unmindful birds chirped on its dead branches in the soft sun
Everything went on the us

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