Tag: Telugu
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Evening Perfumes… Ismail, Telugu, Indian
She daubs Evening perfumes For my sake every eve. The scent of thin shadows Creeps under her chin and ears. The aroma of a Steady standing rain Over a Casuarina plantation On the sea-shore Flares in her tresses. A whiff of the caves The sun-lion sleeps at night Sweeps over her body. And in her…
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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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Flapping of the Wings … Prasuna Ravindran, Telugu, Indian
As I tune up my heart With the silence of the night A Swan flapping its wings Is heard over the pond. Childhood Revisits the lips… Oh, this moment, how sweet it breathes! . Prasuna Ravindran Prasuna Ravindran Prasuna is an engineer by profession and is a resident of Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh. She is…
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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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Rembrandt… Ismail, Telugu, Indian
How to capture on the canvas the golden hues that hop on the cheeks, on the shoulders, on the jewellery adorning a neck and on the borders of silver-laced saris? First, captivate darkness… one that’s very fat and robust; Then, on its skin make indentures with knife. Be merciless! Through those indents tawny blood juts…
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Today… Prasuna Ravindran, Telugu, Indian
Silent is the wee-hour mist, and chime melodiously the temple-bells … Enough! This heart is awake. Be as it may the page of the day blacken for any pollutant … But, before the darkness of the night could thicken deep, It would turn out pleasant like a moon-washed poem. . Prasuna Ravindran…
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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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Darkness and Silence … Usharani, Telugu, Indian
As if you are imprisoned Did walls grow around you? Well, does it matter, when you aren’t alone And your steps still see no light? Darkness is the only comrade, Silence shivers at the slightest tremor A drama goes behind the un-raised curtain, And all the characters play the same tune. From the…
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Becoming a Rain… Kondamudi Saikiran Kumar, Telugu, Indian
Eons have passed Landscapes have changed But the nascent smell of the rain Sinking into the earth has not changed. How many feelings Shall it spray Springing back to life Memories from the depths of heart! For once I long to turn into a cloudlet And roll over in the dust… . Kondamudi Saikiran Kumar 1st…
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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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