Tag: Ravi Verelly
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Untiring Faith … Ravii Verelly, Telugu, Indian
That the Sky Is my close pal, no doubt; But I amn’t sure If he would Give me way … parting. That the Sun Is my master who taught me To be pragmatic, for sure; But, there is no assurance That he would travel with me Unto the last. Yet, Like the deciduous leaf To […]
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Gravity… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian Poet
The drop of water That silently dissolves into earth After planting a kiss on its forehead, Shall well up as spring someday. A leaf that vises the melting seasons Rising its head from a mother branch Shall rustle animated only after its fall. A flower, cynosure of all eyes Meditating on its stalk, Surrenders to […]
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The Angst… Ravi Verelly, Telugu Indian.
When the butterflies squiggle poems in their flight for flowers, Or, the wind and the blades of straw are locked in playing piggy-ride Or, when spectra open up their pinions full on the tails of sunrays You enter into my thoughts. * After your departure When I was struggling to find answers to the seething […]
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The Silent Horizon… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
Even the tree that blossoms wild and loquacious Turns taciturn sometimes. Dabbing leaves with the hues of heart It drops them as epistles to the earth. Even that clamorous and eloquent chatterer with directions… The sky… suffers silently within. The few words that shuttle in the gullet, Like thunder and lighting, It writes with the […]
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On the camber of the night –bridge… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
There will be nothing left Once the war ceases. The bleeding swords nestle Cozily in their dark sheaths. Like a lonely cloudlet on a gloomy canvas The welkin swims across the infinite vacuum With the vermillion on her forehead sullied… The heralding peaks standing tall Turn to vales all of a sudden; And […]
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An Open-ended Poem… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
Under the Unwinking sky… Drips beautiful vitriolic spangles Occasionally Through its leafy canoes… The cocoanut As if it quenches the thirst of the whole village… croons lazily like a well-lubed cart the pulley. With the airs of pulling the hiding sky by its tresses and siphoning it off from the bottom Looks arrogant the insolent […]
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Gravity… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
That silently dissolving drop of rain planting a wet kiss on earth’s forehead gushes out like a fountain high someday Peeping through mother twigs and catching at the melting seasons the rustling leaf speaks only after … Fall. The cynosure of all eyes, the flower meditating on one leg over the stalk surrenders to the […]
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Severally…. Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
In the absence of whiffs of breeze that punctuate the air with fragrances, two flowers blooming to the same sprig shall experience impassable reaches like the two detached gold discs hanging severally to the thrice knotted sacred thread, sagging under the weight of diverging lateral thoughts. Like the light and darkness lying like Siamese […]
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An Earthen Pot … Ravi Verelly
Someone is walking away sacking the clay sedimented on the banks abraded and shoved by Time. * Wetting the heap of argil on the potter’s wheel occasionally, The Moment is Pressing it to shape. Separating it from the wheel in a trice like a midwife who snaps the umbilical, Youth harmonizes it tapping it with […]
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