Varchaswi Putcha Poems

On some storey and on a roof-top
And on walls and on parapets
Murmuring and munching
speaking, swirling
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I surrendered all my words to birds
Lost all my feathers of dialects
except chirps of bards
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Drawing one's painting or portrait is a sacrament pious
It's an ensconcing the throne of Lord, the Creator
It's a re-moulding by the Creator
A true exposition to a brush's enigma
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I walk
behind her rhythm
My eyes plant there
like a tattoo!
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That thing slithers and unfolds into hoods
and crawls around your neck, alas,like a noose!
As if breathing ignorance and hissing arrogance
it sneaks its way on your torso in haughtiness!
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By now, what is well known to all is Covid
What pounces unbeknownst is also Covid

Pandemics in yore were person-centric
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A wafting zephyr suddenly hit hard my heart this dusk
Made me peek into the window to find nature's brusque

It's the bouncy virgin rain hitting my flower pots at balcony
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I splashed high
some sapphire hues...
they made the sky!
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Let the crowds pelt stones in huge numbers
and let the enemies slice
the bodies with daggers
that may not inflict injuries
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I know him as a kid
Close to my heart since childhood
With his unique and articulated voice
And with the affectionate moonlit eyes
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