వర్గం: కవితలు
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As Usual… Arun Bavera, Telugu, Indian Poet
Cerebrations linger anew without day-break, The look from under the old eyelids Throws no fresh light, All along the way … the clothes doffed yesterday. Washed out colors reveal no new meanings. Letters won’t shed their wonted winding ways. There is always a want … for new connotations. Nobody appreciates the jaded mural inscriptions On…
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The Last Touch- K. Geetha
My last respects to the feet visible on the funeral bed This touch is the last memory of Daddy for all his life. *** Daddy! Daddy!! Did your sins agonize? Or your telltale hand on mother’s neck torment you as wounds? Ineluctable throes Before heart rests or life ceases! How moving was your wailing unable…
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Revolution Is a Perennial Spring- Arun Bavera
. Comrade! Water is seeping under your words Your papers are dampening Your sentences are losing their edge Your index is Missing its aim. Your fist no longer remains air-tight. . You are cooling emotions down Learning secrecy, of late. Giving room for ‘behind-the-curtain’ dealings Throwing blame on the weaponry Bringing nonviolence these days Often…
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Between Man and Man- Arun Bavera
. I hereby ban your dreams Your ideas And your ways Peace must prevail in the state! From now on, nobody should agitate. I ban food and clothing for the indigent. Those with ‘Siamese’ belly and back Only abet disturbances; They all flock together and raise revolutions Keep them away from one another And plant…
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A Lesson —K Geetha
. Always World is something — Dream is another. Living is something — Life is another. When we just blossom and about to turn a leaf We think we can undo and rewrite the past. Come what may, we think we can stand up to things. Translate ‘night-sheet’ful of dreams into day. Wearing verdurous vivacity…
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An Apology to Mother… Aranya Krishna
I am in search of something sacrosanct to mother. The reasons for my search are several, Death, perhaps, is one among them. * * * Mother! Pardon me for not taking you into confidence And leaving you without proper leave-taking. In this ensemble of estranged people, All of us are loners Serving sentences of exile!…
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I Take Risk … Kondepudi Nirmala
. First peg… . I take risk when my man is with the bottle When I hit the road to get oil for the evening bread He reaches home with a full bottle. My wisdom tooth smarts … hinting what’s up … Peeping in for ‘Soda’ he shoots a happy laugh Intimate honeymoon photo on…
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వనాంతర ప్రశాంతత … Wendell Berry
ప్రపంచం పట్ల నాలో నిరాశ పేరుకున్నప్పుడూ, నా, నా బిడ్డల భవిష్యత్తును గూర్చి చింతతో చిరుసవ్వడికే రాత్రివేళ మెలకువ వచ్చినప్పుడూ, తన జాతసౌందర్యంతో నీటిమీద తేలియాడే మగబాతునీ, ఉదరపోషణ చేసుకునే కొంగనీ వీక్షించడానికి సరస్సు దగ్గరకిపోయి విశ్రమిస్తాను. రాబోయే బాధని ముందుగా ఊహించుకుని తమజీవితాలు శోకమయం చేసుకోని వన్యజీవుల ప్రశాంతత నన్నావహిస్తుంది. నిశ్చలమైన నీరు నాకు సాక్షాత్కరిస్తుంది. నాకు ఎత్తుగా దివాంధాలైన నక్షత్రాలు తమ ప్రకాశంతో నాకై నిరీక్షించడాన్ని గుర్తిస్తాను. కాసేపు, ప్రకృతి అవ్యాజప్రేమలో తరిస్తాను… స్వేఛ్ఛాజీవినై.…
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Bouquet of Darkness – Chavali Bangaramma
. Blinked, and I got up , looked behind Mate not to be seen- nor heard, of any trace My heart doubled up and throbbed My gullet dried And choked me up. . Called up, hailed up, and exhausted… The tired heart broke all tangles in a trice… I shot up into the sky Even there I found…
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Siva Reddy 59
59 . It’s difficult to stand up. . You don’t realize… When you live giving a damn you don’t realize… But it’s hard to stand up. Enduring everything yet, remaining unshattered is exacting. It’s easy to crack and collapse shattered And easier to scatter like bewildered looks. . What it takes, after all, to blow…
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