Tag: Sowbhagya
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Last Night’s Dream… Sowbhagya, Telugu, Indian
It was dark. Up the sky, someone had dropped a blue diaphanous veil over the earth. buildings were asleep; hillocks were asleep and forests were also in tranquil sleep. The speeding rivers slumbered And the sea was actually snoring. in the cradle of this somnolent world just you and I were awake. Even the flame…
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A Dab of Music … Sowbhagya, Telugu, Indian
I am a lake… You are a gentle ripple rollicking on its surface bringing along a dream In a still stony silence, I await you without batting an eyelid. Pray, come! let a mild breeze follow your wakes and gently shakes your meandering tresses, humming exotic, ecstatic tunes. I pray! I pray! Toss that flowing hair…
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Search … Sowbhagya
I turn over dawn like a page You spread out like night extending into the day. I open up the night like an eyelid— you vanish like a withdrawn day. I run marathon for days and nights, and You tease and torment me becoming an ever eluding finish line. To find you , I search…
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I am just your shadow … Sowbhagya
Everything in Nature is just made out for you. The whole creation is your excursing ground. Planets of the cosmos are your play-dolls. Flowers just bloom for you and shower over you as you pass by. You pick one of them and bless it by decking it in your plait. That azure sky and moonlight…
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Mirror Image … Sowbhagya, Telugu, Indian
In a still-water-like mirror rolling its eyes once, rollicking with laughter next, motionless now and effervescing with activity the next moment… dithers your image. In the full-length mirror up there, lies your itinerant reflection. Hiding from its view and stealing glances with it… stand I. Oooooh! That gleaming rosy countenance is so inviting to kiss.…
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Mythical Beauty… Sowbhagya
I just can’t imagine the world without you! Before you This world was merely A place dotted with deserts and saline seas. When you walked down… Life sprang to life, and In your wakes followed greenery, Rain and a whiff of fresh air. For that matter Wasn’t it you that brought this day-night cycle? You…
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Grace of Mirth … Sowbhagya
. Look! Look at those creepers! Those ductile creepers thinner than ‘thin’ Are more like the tunes you hum within. How beautifully they have spun! . Look at those fledgling sprigs! They dangle as gently as your mirthful thoughts. Flowers appear like the smiles you broadcast on your way For that matter the very earth…
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