Here Again...! Poem by indira babbellapati
Here Again...!
in this evolving emptiness
that's gaurded by the galaxies
sleep slips into regular folds
of this body and settles
in its intriguing contours
and the day too wakes up into
blinding emptiness
all more out of habit
i deliberately create nothingness
to negate this embryonic
meaninglessness that smarts
through the routine eyeballs
in sleep as well wakefulness
do you hear the rattling of bones
in the empty sack that gets moved
about by the everyday business of life?
08sep2009
20.40hrs
How sad Indira, where life is emptiness find fulfillment, joy living each day, don't waste a gift so precious each day... Andy 10
ha, this one made me smile...for I know that feeling...the rattling of bones in an empty sack....!
This is a stunning if sad piece Indira You better watch outBabbellapati I could easily become a fan. Paddy
phew! that anyone can create such imagery is beyond my comprehension. i am left utterly speechless ma'am! awesome. thank you.
evolving the question haunts us..............beautiful write..................
An excellent poem Indira. It seems you jumped a ten 'yozana' distance in a single effort in poetics. Profound and the end is just stunning.....reminding some of our Telugu greats.
An exquisite piece with some exceptional use of metaphors. A perfect 10. Pls do read my An Almanac Of My Being which is on a similar theme, though not half as good as this one.
'Sleep slips into regular folds'! What a brilliant line. The poem manages to combine the spiritual and the mundane with originality and a great feel for language. There is also a wry sort of angst which comes across loud and clear. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/19/2025 3:05:48 PM # 1.0.0
sadness rampant in the poem