indira babbellapati

Rookie - 106 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

An Un-Contained Fury - Poem by indira babbellapati

In an attempt to
Visit her mother, Ganga
Flowed in reverse!
Who's who...?

Who's who?
Who for whom?

The relationships
- mother, father,
Brother, sister
Husband, wife
Children, all kith and kin
What do they mean?

Who's who?
Who for whom?

Nature on revolt
River on rebellion
Mountains in rage
Wipe away all connects

When Ganga Mai folded
All life unto her
In an aggressive act of
Self-purification; when
Glaciers and boulders
Decided to descend
What human power
Can stand up to face
The challenge thrown
On human greed?

Buried under water
Slush and boulders
The stories of puranic yore
Come alive gripping
All in an inexplicable vacuum

Who's who?
Who belongs to whom? P
Is ganga into
A process of aggressive
Gods n humans
Drowned alike
Mellow, Ma!
When the river
Pulled the gods into her flow
Havoc on earth
Of the River in Fury n Mountainous Rage

They ripped her
With their countless dips
They greedily washed
Their sins breaking
The serenity of her flow
Their monster wheels
On way to her abode

They gathered in herds
To hear a god-men speak
That Ma Ganga alone
Can absolve one of sins
All in hurry to attain moksha
Or release the captive souls
That the final abode for any
To purify themselves is where
Shiva dwells and so they head
In unimaginable numbers

The River and the Hills
Bore it all and contained
Themselves as long as they Could sustain the burden of
Human sin n suffered and
When no more within their reach-

Cataclysm, only option
Is this Cataclysm?

When Ganga recklessly
Overflowed through Shiva's tresses
Submerging Lord Himself
when Shiva floats
Blissfully in the fatal waters
when people were the props
In Ganga's dance of death
when death stopped by
To gather its booty
Along the banks
when the earth caved in
To fold human life into
Its unknown niches
when mountains rolled
Down the unprepared earth
when life's buried under
Vast sheets if water in revolt
And crushed under boulders
when gods themselves
surrender to the fury
of nature

Yes, cataclysm is not
An event far into future

It's here and now!
Thus spake Nature
When you'are in hurry
To visit the gods unseen
I bury the gods
That you dissolve in me
and my beauty!
Saint or sinner
God or human
All in same flow!
they all went in search
of god; nature forcibly
pulled them unto her!

Comments about An Un-Contained Fury by indira babbellapati

  • Shahzia Batool (6/27/2013 1:36:00 AM)

    Your poems of this phase are different for many might be a phase..temporary though modern...
    i feel complex philosophy here, abstract and studded with blend myth with reality...
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  • (6/25/2013 2:45:00 AM)

    A vivid imagery full of pathos of the Himalayan Tsunami is portrayed with feelings springing as fountains! A FANTASTIC WRITE, INDIRA! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, June 25, 2013

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