Tag: Telugu
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At the Threshold of the Heart…Prasuna, Telugu, Indian
All this while… As I struggled to wriggle out of the bear-hug of the Computer where I was inaudible to myself… How long this torrential rain had been knocking at the door! I don’t know. But, it rushed on to me planting an unexpected kiss on my cheeks… From hence My…
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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 I open up the night like an eyelid— you vanish like a withdrawn day.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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A Surrealistic Painting… Aripirala Satya Prasad,Telugu, Indian
I sat up. I was still feeling drowsy. I rubbed my eyes to clear my vision and looked at the floor. There was a painting under my feet… On Cross… charcoal on tar road. It was just like the picture I drew some twenty years back. That it remained intact on the road was all…
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Damayanti’s Daughter … P. Satyavathi, Telugu, Indian
I usually pull the window blinds down on Sundays to keep the Sun away. But my roommate Sneha, who gets up at six no matter whether it is Sunday or working day, and with old Hindi songs in the background cherishes reading every damn Telugu and English daily with its supplement leisurely sipping her coffee,…
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Everything That is Active… Devipriya, Telugu, Indian.
Somehow I like more … The sky that endlessly stretches its hands in all direction… The waters Whether they overwhelm the banks or attenuate to a bare ten-feet tributary but, nevertheless run… The wheel on the move even if it were that of a child’s tricycle … The nib of a writing pen… The mote…
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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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In the Dark room … Koduri Vijayakumar, Telugu, Indian
. That night… when failures banished sleep to the eves of eyelashes; when this wounded bod sang blues all night with darting pain; Death, escorted by rain, entered the dark room and said: “Friend! Look here! Your grief is a ceaseless torrent! Life is but a bout of grief… nothing more; Come! hug me! Let…
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Wailing half-naked… Mahesh Kumar Kathi, Telugu, Indian
Exact to the Archimedes’ Principle my heart burdened with your memories has spilled an equal volume of tears through eyes… Your death has made me more inert than working up an equal and opposite reaction. Did Newton go wrong, for a change? Or, your melting into the void has made an exception to his principle ? The rational…
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Chilling Stories… Kondepudi Nirmala, Telugu, Indian
I am scared of the word motherhood… The constant fear that I might not be able to discharge my motherly obligations unnerves and defeats me. My children eulogizing me as motherhood incarnate in lyrical panegyrics deludes me as kids’ vomitings, viral fevers, soiled laundry, and the milk bottles and nipples left for boiling confirm my…
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Once Again … Prasuna Ravindran, Telugu, Indian
. Just as the skies repossess the cloud they lost after it had rained out, how nice would it be if man could get back the dear ones he had lost!! . Just as the river re-flowing through the forgotten furrows how great it would look if the present could be diverted into the hollows…
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