Tag: Nishigandha
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What if … Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
Silly! These evenings are always like that… They gently walk through the open windows And over the frail fagged countenances. A dewy flower flutters, swings and drops Into the valley like a streak of light. And a long reticent journey begins… What if those nights hadn’t cared to visit Brushing aside the catch…
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Darling Daughter… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
Before the tailless squirrels And nameless flowers Join the unfinished drawings, Colours engage in whispers With the walls and the windows. When that exhausted and disheveled rainbow Wakes up from her sound sleep It strikes dawn in the mansion. All the curtains of inertia will be Drawn aside in a hurry. As…
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This Night… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
Effacing the last trace of cloudlets Darkness congeals. Jasmines of the sky blossom one after another Whether to trade few pleasantries Or to pursue the dreams adrift Deftly sieging the swoons of Cheery butterflies within the bungled hands I must gently introduce him soundlessness… Leaving the shards of memories, The remotest dreams, And the toils…
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A Moist Memory… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
Listening to the affairs of changing Seasons thawing ice, leaves its last wet traces … A memory stops me on a chilly night holding me by my little finger … What is night, after all? Just disappearance of your voice! I still light my each day with your last greeting heard decades back; Bowers…
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In The Footsteps… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
. Did you notice? No sooner had you come, Than the moonlight assumed a strange glow! The gravel road Through the Casuarina plantation Was eager to speak about Yesterday’s rain. Shall we go out for a while? Oh, no! Don’t put such desperate face You don’t have to talk, OK? Just give me company! I…
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Yesterday’s Dream… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian Poetess
“How come you smell so sweet?” Your compliment at nightfall while your hand girdles my waist; Lips blossom unable to conceal the excitement . A similar night… even more fragrant Monumental indifference without a turn of head works up a smooth silent wound… Tears spill over from an already heavy heart Bliss to the limits…
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