Tag: Telugu
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Trust-Deficit… Maheshkumar Kathi, Telugu, Indian
The fact that I am wingless Has inhibited my desire to fly high into the sky The concern for constraints of space Restrained expanding my horizons The fetters of the heart reconciled: Pal! This is life. There is always a conflict Between the wonted common existence And the uncommon exotic desires. “Oh, you man, who…
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OK, I Won’t Remind You… Manasa Chamarti, Telugu , Indian
So often, They overwhelm me… The days when you entered gently like a mist And pervaded my cumulus introspective worlds of fancy. Caressing the throbbing wayward impulses Whelming with flourishing tender springs of age The courses you guided love-locking Unto the raging pinnacles of youth… The moments We floated adrift in ardour Into the charming…
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Awaiting the day…Shamshad, Telugu, Indian
The childhood had passed Under your loving care. Leaving everything behind, I now Had to move out in search of greener pastures. And I suddenly remembered the duty of a daughter. Oh! How far had I travelled flying in the air! The crescent is visible every evening Victuals are there in front, but The…
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Demise of Mustafa … Afsar, Telugu, Indian
Demise of Mustafa “Son! Don’t peep into that room,” the warning of Aunt Fatima was ringing in my ears from the past. Ever since I received the message over phone from Munir Bhai that “We are performing the tenth day obsequies,” this warning rang in my ears repeatedly. If I could take the first…
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Ramadan Crescent… Chittaluri Satyanarayana, Telugu Indian.
Every Muslim friend I encountered at every turn of my life is a Ramadan Crescent! The rendering of Aja at five used to wake up my heart, before my mother had reached out for the blanket. The same ardor reflected in my father’s voice when he said “come on, get up! The ‘Allah…’ is heard.”…
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I still feel his hand on my shoulder…K Cube Varma, Telugu, Indian
I still feel his hand on my shoulder I still feel we were walking together In that road … less travelled He used to climb over the deer-like hillocks With his piercing cheetah-like looks… I still feel his hand over my shoulder. When he laughed sweetly Lending his hand I felt the moon were in…
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To My Valentine… Vamshidhar Reddy, Telugu, Indian
I received your SMS this morning. What am I after all? But a nameless shadow of infatuated consummation Of deliquescent cold frozen by time. Take it Cool. Marriage is only a wedding of two corpora. Don’t eschew sleep when get dreamy. What had happened is only true; rest is fancy and a big lie.…
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Zero Degree… Mohan Rushi, Telugu, Indian
He never entertained any great hopes, but, He searched for traces of originality in people… In the way they speak, they do, they walk Or the way they respond with compassion to a beggar Encountered suddenly on their way; In their love, anger, passion or hatred, Or the way they converse with a former…
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On The Shores Of Intimacy… Manasa Chamarti, Telugu, Indian
That’s an age-old picture-freeze The grin of the froth At the lukewarm caress on his soaked feet Stars over his lips. Leaning over his shoulder and looking into the horizon She would be drinking with her eyes The bantering between Sky and the Sea. The wind and wave play pick-a-boo with the skin; Shadows play…
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Nothing New… Nanda Kishore, Telugu, Indian
1 It is not possible for her. And, it is beyond me. There is no gain blaming each other. 2 Nobody would admit us. Secure are her people’s houses with doors and windows shut, Mine is an open sky where sun visits at will. 3 It is just the…
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