Tag: Telugu
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Worldly Wisdom…Narayana Swamy Venkatayogi, Telugu, Indian
Yes, you are right I am not worldly-wise Abetting my farmland Water streams past… Yet, it lies famine dry. I surrender my priceless fields At throw away price to you, And work for wages in my own farm. To the tall promises Of buildings and skyscrapers I give up my land in lots unwittingly…
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Morrow’s Sun… Nagna Muni, Telugu, Indian
. Don’t define life Let me guzzle the life Brimming in the cup of my hands. Don’t sing praises of living My heart had long petrified with its tears and blood. Don’t try to fill this silence with words Language is too poor To sound a great experience. Don’t put out the burning fires of…
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Looking Back , Nanda Kishore, Telugu, Indian
Some friendships are such. Before you feel your wings They take you off into the skies; Before you recall the imperative of nesting They leave, leaving a mark perdu. They excurse you down dells and dales Round brooks and creeks ignoring your why’s; Having nothing else to do You have to follow without demur.…
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Packing Up… HRK, Telugu, Indian
I am sitting in some railway station Whichever way I look, there is Just this bench-long space to move about I don’t know who these people are What country and what language it is. I don’t like railway stations For, the rails lie there idly Stretching into the unknown both ways The signals suffer from…
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The Moment I turn Into a Poem…Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu, Indian
Just like my brethren who turn westwards when it’s prayer time No matter what they do or where they move about the whole day, I turn skywards when it’s time for me to turn into a poem; It’s the moment when I dock myself with you people. All through the day umpteen notes, voices, some…
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Memories… Sivasagar, Telugu, Indian
The impression of the tear My sweetheart shed in feigned anger The memory of the funeral pyre Kindled on the deathbed of a banyan tree The flotsam rudder reminiscing Its ship lost on the high seas The heady recollection of his ultimate dream Reflecting in Spartacus’s eyes The resonance of the cock-a-doodle-doo At the break…
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O Lord! Forgive the Killer!… Ashok Kumbamu, Telugu, Indian
O Lord! Forgive the killer! He is ignorant. He is arrogant. Except for its skin color He can make out nothing of humanity Poor creature! His devotion to the flag Fans hatred towards other sections of the society. Forgive him! After all, he is your child, Unfortunately, He is addicted to hunting and heap up…
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Three Sixty Degrees of the City… Aranya Krishna, Telugu, Indian
Products of casual friction of some nameless bodies Sans love, rapture or ecstasy, These children drop down like meteorites onto the city’s pavements. The days that drip like drops of milk from time’s udder Freeze grimly on their black-ice-cube-like skins. Like dirty linen washed and hung in the open to dry Their bodies smack of…
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Ha! Ha!! Ha!!!… HRK, Telugu, Indian
You are neither the plaintiff nor the defendant You have no business with the litigation here But, watching the proceedings, you jumped into the abyss Wagered with your soul and lost your stakes. What is now left for you is to exit the place Collecting the spilled spirit in the cup of your hands The…
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A Soldier who dwarfed the sun… Aranya Krishna, Telugu, Indian
This land is still damp With every drop of blood That dripped from your bed of arrows; The motes of dust under your feet Sent for diagnostic tests Continue to transmit relentlessly The ‘power’ful impulses of your body From police laboratories; Your severed forearm By transforming into several pennants Nestles cozily in our hands; The…
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