Tag: Telugu
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The Fifth Wall… Kalpana Rentala, Indian
(ఇది నా 500వ టపా. నేను ప్రారంభించినపుడుగాని, తర్వాతగాని ఇంతదూరం వస్తానని, రాగలనని అనుకోలేదు. చిత్రంగా, చదువుతున్నకొద్దీ చదవనివి ఎన్ని ఉన్నాయో తెలుస్తూ, కొత్తకొత్త మెరుపులతో, మలుపులతో కవిత్వమూ, కథలూ, ఉపన్యాసాలూ, వ్యాసాలూ, గీతాలూ ఒకటేమిటి అన్ని రకాల సాహిత్య ప్రక్రియలూ (ఒక్క నవల మినహాయిస్తే, ఎందుకంటే నాకు నవల చదవగలిగే ఓర్పూ, ఏకాగ్రతా లేవు) మనసుకి చెప్పలేనంత సంతృప్తిని కలిగిస్తున్నాయి. సాహిత్యం అదనంగా చాలా మంది మిత్రులని నాకు పరిచయం చేసింది కూడా. అందుకు నేను…
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A Wintry Dawn … Vinnakota Ravi Sankar , Indian Poet
(A Happy Halloween to all friends for whom it matters) . Bright is the sunshine yet, there is little warmth in it. It seems even the Sun shivers under the cold. The pleasure of seeing the night off doesn’t last a wee longer. The day looks like the sorceress Cold has only donned new…
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On the Banks of River Kaveri… Afsar, Telugu, Indian
1 A pining… . for not having drowned like a paper boat when you were impregnably brimming over the banks; for having failed to play like a pearl of water on the sickle of your waist when the first signs of youth blossomed over there; for not sharing a piece of firmament standing at the…
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Fragrant soil … Anisetti Rajita, Indian poetess
. It is a surprise if a man is ignorant of the fragrance of the soil, which he is born out of and unto which he ultimately returns to. . Whenever it rains the vapors of nascent scent of earth and the aroma of the delicate natal baby blossoms on the young green plants shooting…
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When It Is Time to Leave …. Mukunda Rama Rao, Indian
Neither you want to leave Nor I want to send you off Not that we are aware that it is an ineluctable choice Helplessly stand you and I. Yet, with a hope like the dawns… and the endless tomorrows… eagerly awaiting that miracle which stops you from leaving. . Y. Mukunda Rama Rao Poet and Translator…
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Quick Mail Service* … కొండేపూడి నిర్మల
The letter you posted six months back was delivered to me yesterday. Never mind the delay. Compared to the prisoner of Independence struggle Who did not reach home as yet though freed some thirty-nine years ago, it has reached far sooner. Enough if you own a voice to applaud and the courage to denounce. Than the bright…
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Endless Saga… Praveena Kolli
Sometimes the day, and Sometimes the night I wonder where they carry this nerves from! . As if the land is yeaning, As if the sky were scrimpy these ideas well up to the brim! Even as you drain them out in oodles they ooze up in springs eternally these memories! . How lucky are the cumulonimbus !…
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Man Without Face … Chintam Praveen
He does possess an anatomical heart, but it shall never throb Amidst embarrassing necessities he shall always be weaving a cobweb of relationships. Occasionally, we can hear him and, also, see his actions. The only thing that we cannot see is his face. In fact, he was long dead for goodness and for humanity. …
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The Seedless … Afsar
The seed Has become unviable. 1 You and I are a desert each now A Thar… A Sahara… 2 The path lays there like a tired breath our path … in that wild. The course smothered under our steps is like a lone cob glistening through your mantle… it is a smile dashed…
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An Earthen Pot … Ravi Verelly
Someone is walking away sacking the clay sedimented on the banks abraded and shoved by Time. * Wetting the heap of argil on the potter’s wheel occasionally, The Moment is Pressing it to shape. Separating it from the wheel in a trice like a midwife who snaps the umbilical, Youth harmonizes it tapping it with…
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