Tag: Telugu
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The Angst… Ravi Verelly, Telugu Indian.
When the butterflies squiggle poems in their flight for flowers, Or, the wind and the blades of straw are locked in playing piggy-ride Or, when spectra open up their pinions full on the tails of sunrays You enter into my thoughts. * After your departure When I was struggling to find answers to the seething…
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The Room… Nyayapati Srinivasa Rao, Telugu, Indian
Because I can’t help it I enter the room Saying open sesame To the lock blocking my way. If some letters Slip through the door I have to pick them up. Of course, I may as well ignore and walk in. The animate, The inanimate, and I In this Room are So familiar to…
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It is Spring Again… Vinnakota Ravi Sankar, Telugu, Indian
Youth is an itinerant vagabond Old age is an uninvited guest Who rests for too long In a lackluster house. When a fleeting light falls on you And glistens Memories of distant past Fly like fireflies In the thicket of my dark eyes. While the opportunities of morrow Stretch before you Like…
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In the Moil of Hands… Bala Sudhakar Mauli, Telugu, Indian
No Drop of empathy is shed No Helping hand stretches out But the moil of hands Presents life In thousand and one Scenarios. And, In Each such Scene Every Drop of Sweat Remains a metaphor For the monumental humanity In the annals of history. Yet neither the hunger is half-served nor the trails of…
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Death Sentence… Viswanatha Satyanarayana , Telugu Indian Poet
(10 September 1895 – 18 October 1976) *** “You have sentenced me to death; and now ask me to say whatever I want to say. There would be some meaning if you had asked me before passing the sentence. Now, it makes no difference whether or not I say what I wanted to say. But…
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Velu Pillai… C. Ramachandra Rao, Telugu, Indian
I started my blog on 28th Aug 2010 and this is the 2000th Post in my blog. I have come a long way and never expected that I would last this long with my modest to less than modest work. I thank all my blog viewers and visitors for their continuous support, encouragement and comments which…
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When You Become an Introvert… Vijay Koganti, Telugu, Indian
Sometimes, every cumulus Turns a blind eye to you; and No new dawn Hugs you in its warm embrace. No downy touch Shall be within your each To call you back from slipping into The abysses of your inmost self. It’s the same trail of fragrance That you greet every day,…
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All The Things She Said… Nanda Kishore, Telugu, Indian
Leave the flowers to the winds They won’t be redolent on paper for long Let butterflies take to wings Don’t seat them uncomfortably in the ellipses Their wings are too delicate. It looks good when the ripples Retreat, kissing your fingers Sunrise and sunset look Have their charm only over the hill. Unless you have…
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A Letter To Mother… Manasa Yendluri, Telugu, Indian
Manasa Yendluri “Dearest Mother, I am doing fine here. Wish you, father, brother and sissy are doing fine there. I am sending only eight thousand this month. I will try to send ten to fifteen thousand next month. Vasantha Akka helps me a lot here. It is from her that I occasionally take hand…
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Untimely Rain… Bandla Madhava Rao, Telugu, Indian
What does it matter to me now where the clouds come from? When I am severed from this soil And bade goodbye to farming, What if it rains on time or, untimely? Once the chord between me and water snapped what matters if it my barren fields are overcast with nimbus. let it…
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