praneeth remidi Poems

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Indian Village

Apprehensive music reached my ear
I could quit the door and soon roam there
Moving the rocky crowd I stood there
In front of a sieved hut I saw her

Missing Anklets Of The Spring

Where are those, thy beautiful anklets?
My spring, the queen of seasons

Are they lost or are they hidden
Are they missed or are they stolen
But who needs and knows those
As only I heard them so clear

To My Valentine

Ohh my dear valentine! Here I am waiting
With roses with as red as they can
With hands as big as they can
These would just go in vain

Rush Of Hazy Dreams

Who created these dreams?
Of himself, why is he scared to reveal?
In sleep I hear my screams
To get rid of those, is there a peel?

Dreadful Dreams

What is this that suffers me in my dream
For a few hours it doesn't let me sleep in my Realm
And the night comes nearby
And my heart beat goes high and high

Crazy Relief

' what's on your mind' my Relief probes
And I always have two extremes
Either a lakh lines inexpressible
Or words less immense emotions to let out

Silence In My Heart

Where is this silence born?
- On a midnight in an ocean lit with thunders
It was born in a sleeping shell

My Lost Poem

I have lost my poem
Among the beautiful footsteps of a dancing bird
On the ever wet red soil
Those marks over there say

To The Insulter

Why am I insulted for my little emotions?
Rather they are obvious and expected
Why am I stepping back for a vengeance?
Rather I should insult even more

To My Perceived Enemy

I am still in past and still dwell in past
My dear perceived enemy
Proofs heaped and heaped
to cause a mountain in my little heart

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