indira babbellapati

visakhapatnam, india
indira babbellapati
visakhapatnam, india
Wednesday, October 7, 2009


Rating: 3.2
the earth transformed
herself into an hour glass...
more fragile than ever

let's wake up before
minutes slide down to bury us
let's wake up

indira babbellapati
Ranjit Ravindran 13 October 2009
I feel the fine grains of sand, Gracefully all over me, sliding, I try to trap them in my hand, Hoping to prevent time, passing!
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Allemagne Roßmann 09 October 2009
Who cares to wake up When earth as a bliss gyrate the hour glass Like the sour cream cheeks of belly-dancers And piping in some tobacconists flavour playing the chess of life and death......... This sands of time is mine This earth o mine eluding a manliness And i rendezvous in sweet sour dreams of cavorting pleasure In heart, in mind, in body and in soul who wants to wake up when the soft fluffy touch of ladylove as well seems pythogenetic O splash my blood today for earth's tomorrow's history Run the seismic chasms in my veins Crescent starlike crescendo in crotonic debilitation!! nice write
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Sarvesh Kulkarni 08 October 2009
lets wake up, yes surely, but most importantly, lets wake up with something definite in our minds, not disoriented. loved the poem ma'am, deep as always. thank you.
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Rakesh Bedi 07 October 2009
...let's wake up....and do what, indira.....? ? ? ......die before we are buried or to re-transform the earth.....sorry, i fail to get the metaphor, dear....
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