Tag: Telugu
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Like a dream of the night… Mohanatulasi Ramineni, Telugu, Indian
All of a sudden I hit upon some page where I find myself there… From the book inverted silence dribbles memories… as the tips of the fingers sift the mind through. What can I write about this moment? . Some moments can never be put down! That’s all! . Yet, there’s something to write about……
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Market… Abd Wahed, Telugu, Indian
This body is a garden of flowers And the wounds are just small and big posies The hum of the bees of political compassion around Is but the malodor from the abscess… scented apurpose When life itself becomes so dreadful Who cares for death but itself? What abode can a speck of dust have…
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what does he do alone?… Nanda Kishore, Telugu, Indian
Suffering the turmoils within what does he do alone? Sitting on the sandy shore He would pen poems on the spurgy tides; going lyrical at the undulating waves and the swaying froth he would hum a tune striking a rhythm with their balletic steps. when the tide overwhelms him he would be perturbed like…
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After bidding Adieu…Afsar, Telugu, Indian
She walks silently across the bridge… As if she has caressed a flower with her delicate hands; Or, has feathered a branch along her rosy cheeks… The bridge whelms in Spring Himself becoming a flower And a greenish sprig… After she crosses the bridge over She looks back for a brief moment And then swiftly…
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Festival of Rain … Tummala Devarao, Telugu, Indian
On the bare barren lands… On the expanse of green rice corns, Over the roofs of the thatched hovels And upon temples and glazing marble mansions Comes down heavily the rain in streams and currents and torrents . Rain is a demonstration of equality principle A shuttle of water wool Stitching the earth and heaven…
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Solitude or Loneliness? … Manasa Chamarti
Even amidst a large gathering This loneliness hurts me deep; Even as I go in search of solitude A vague idea treads on my trails. Whole world is asleep… excepting me, Even the capering stream takes rest, suspending its giggles, The recent agitation amidst the foliage is absent, and There is no trace of the…
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Things That Matter… Prasuna Ravindran, Telugu, Indian
Sometimes, it would be just like that! We would rather imprison those butterflies of thoughts in our heart than allow them to float free liberating from the sensibilities Even as the rain water Collected in the cusps of our hands leaks out through the fissures between fingers, the chill and freshness of the…
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The Monsoon Nights… Manasa Chamarti, Telugu, Indian
The monsoon nights let not sleep a wink. With the drops of rain suddenly pecking at the ground… The earth tingling anew all over bathed in flowers… And the sweet trilling of a Dove in its nest with its mate Let not sleep a wink the monsoon nights. The thorn of chill prickles…
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Apartheid … Bolloju Baba, Telugu, Indian
“Teacher! Can I give the bouquet to the Chief Guest?” “No. You can’t. We have already selected someone else.” And soon she realized the difference between Her and that ‘someone else’ … her tan. Emptying tears and blood into the gorges of history It plays chiaroscuro on the path of life… She wanted to cry…
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In The End… Vazir Rahman, Telugu, Indian
. Nothing remains in the end! Even the dreadful snake… that herald of death Dissolves like a scrawl on water. Some wild plant peeps out with passion Breaking through the grave Sapping the essence of the bod Only to wither away soon. Some small dirty cranial bone remains Wallowing in sun and dust… Rejected even…
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