Tag: Telugu
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The Silent Horizon… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
Even the tree that blossoms wild and loquacious Turns taciturn sometimes. Dabbing leaves with the hues of heart It drops them as epistles to the earth. Even that clamorous and eloquent chatterer with directions… The sky… suffers silently within. The few words that shuttle in the gullet, Like thunder and lighting, It writes with the…
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The Grieving Sea… Aranya Krishna, Telugu, Indian
The salty sea is but my embarrassing tears I harbored from public view; When I lean back On the pacific shore The long dried up moisture Of the eyes touches my hands Behind the bleary screens…. the Sea, Sundering itself into several currents Disturbed by the afflictions of the past. Breaks its head on the…
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Let it Rain!… Indra Prasad, Telugu, Indian
Let it rain! Like threads of gossamer Let it rain for years! Let the trees spring shoots Let flowers blossom Let the Hares hide in the shrubbery At the grating of pebbles. Let it rain! And let all secrets open up Let the soil hardened over decades Break and melt steadily. And moss these roads…
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That girl…. Rama Sundari, Telugu, Indian’
I still remember the girl! Once when the faint drizzle And tender greenery made friendship I saw her humbly walking hugging the books Down the Jamun-trees alley; At the Andhra University out-gate, many times I saw her giving her hoarse voice chorus to Gaddar’s song; She used to sit all alone near the Martyr’s memorial…
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Let me speak of a Poem… Bala Sudhakar Mauli, Telugu, Indian
A Poem is nowhere else But moves amongst us! When conversation Between two people Fails to flow freely Poem suffers silently Shuttling in the gullet; A poem convulsing Standing on the dais of Conflict and mistrust Between people of two regions, Is a disheartening spectacle; When the camaraderie In the faces of people disappears Poem,…
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Towards Life… Kasi Raju, Telugu, Indian
Contriving loneliness For some unknown reason, You sit somewhere idling away the evening Then the man within begins A winter session with the man without. There will only be endless deliberations But never any worthwhile agreements reached. As you continue with your search You stumble upon your vine of success. You try to pull it…
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Trash… Yakoob, Telugu, Indian
The city is an obsolete, redundant Unintelligible hackneyed metaphor Spite of years of residence, the land under my feet Did not naturalize me. Nothing looks pleasant to the eyes; Nor anything sounds sonorous to the ears. The streets as streets and houses as houses Continue to exist as they have been Neither Life comes to…
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A Shriveled Memory… Praveena Kolli, Telugu, Indian
From the stack of memories A shriveled piece of paper Slipped by accident. When I tried to read as much I could By flattening it out, Eyes already brimming with tears Made it more blearier. Rubbing the eyes with left index finger When I tried to run the right underlining the letters The dampened paper…
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The Fall… Mahe Jabeen Baig, Telugu, Indian
He was always like that. Whenever I asked him to come alone He would bear Springs along; In the silence of the open without Trees used to rehearse marching drills; The sky-scape would freeze In the waters of the meandering stream. ………… I faintly remember the stars melting away. * No. No I neither want the…
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Staking Life… Mohan Rishi, Telugu, Indian
There is nothing more to be dreadful about death, Nor, are there any illusions of it visiting a particular day. The light and night try to neutralize one another Pleasures and pains are not exempted. Today walks over us to morrow The survivors continue their death-ward journey. Death lurking in every step, and Life abiding…
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