Tag: Telugu
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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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Kalapi … Mannem Sindhu Madhuri, Telugu, Indian
One day I crossed the river Tungabhadra taking a dinghy at Kodandarama temple. Capering over the stones along the Meena Mandapam (Fish Porch), I reached and settled down at Molla Mandiram (Temple of Poetess Molla). That was a place less frequented by people; more so at that early hour of the day. I could silently…
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The Sky… Prasuna, Telugu, Indian
The sky is a great painter who draws upon herself umpteen self-portraits! To the sky tired of baby-sitting the Sun during the day, and the Moon at night, God shall permit a night off only on the new moon day. Yet, The sky shall not rest but loses herself in gossip gathering all stars about…
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In The Footsteps… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian
. Did you notice? No sooner had you come, Than the moonlight assumed a strange glow! The gravel road Through the Casuarina plantation Was eager to speak about Yesterday’s rain. Shall we go out for a while? Oh, no! Don’t put such desperate face You don’t have to talk, OK? Just give me company! I…
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Mother Earth … Dr. Linga Reddy, Telugu, Indian
(With best wishes to Dr. K. Linga Reddy on the eve of shifting his Multi-speciality Hospital from Janagaon to Hyderabad today) . Clearing woods, bush and bramble A field is made of fallow… This parched thirsty glebe Watches the skies above agape… Greenhorns stagger To drive the harnessed plough; Seed broadcast like chalky patterns in…
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Confessions… Srinivas Vasudev, Telugu, Indian Poet
1 I came walking over the night but could not collect a fistful of darkness! The dreams beneath the eyes swimming in tears could not make a legend. 2 Sitting in each grapheme I converse with the rest. For, each word is a confession-box. I put down my own episodes here. 3 Like the empty…
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Sometimes… Trishna, Telugu, Indian
Sometimes… … losing a battle inspires you more than winning it; … a censure excites you more than an undue praise; … the darkness feels more soothing than the sunshine. . Sometimes… … you feel like opening your heart out to utter strangers ; … it looks a smile answers enough than a reply; ……
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Do you Know?… Mohantulasi Ramineni, Telugu, Indian
. Do you know that a tear had been shed for you? Do you know that a grapheme had spilt over? No matter whatever you know, things just go their wonted way. The Indian Medlars in the back yard Continue to rain in heaps; When I look at the nascent purity and intensity of their…
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Yesterday’s Dream… Nishigandha, Telugu, Indian Poetess
“How come you smell so sweet?” Your compliment at nightfall while your hand girdles my waist; Lips blossom unable to conceal the excitement . A similar night… even more fragrant Monumental indifference without a turn of head works up a smooth silent wound… Tears spill over from an already heavy heart Bliss to the limits…
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Principle of Life … Vinnakota Ravisankar, Telugu, Indian Poet
It matters little even if you have no friends but, you can’t make life without an enemy. A man without a rival born is as vegetable as a Brain-dead. . With all that, it’s just a game. And as in every game, more than your team the role of your rival counts much. Man might wriggle out…
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