Tag: Telugu
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Before we log out… Anveeksha, Telugu
. We can’t make out whether there is any face Or just a slideshow of masks galore. I marvel at the faces dried on the washing line … pegging two poles. Did you ever notice people without a face? When I overhear somebody censuring another as “a faceless fellow” I think that was, perhaps, what…
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Half Brother … Munipalle Raju, Telugu Indian
(There are very few short story writers in Telugu that can match international writers of repute and Sri Munipalle Raju is one of them. He has extraordinary memory and refined taste for excellence in literature. He has fine sensibilities and could capture his real life experiences and the anecdotes he heard during his military service into…
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My Life is a Newborn Baby… Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu
You will be surprised if you look at me now Wondering why I am circumambulating. Like a young bride making revolutions About the Peepul seeking a child… Hoping for a fruitful life, I make revolutions about this Peepul Tree. Time revolves round me. And I run around the rounding Time To hold aloft in my…
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The Same Road… Mohan Rishi, Telugu, Indian
The road looks barren… As if nobody had passed by for years. The deciduous leaves beckon pleadingly. There is no ruffle in the wind. A rusted old bicycle lies leaning onto the wall The sky is devoid of its wonted hues And the earth fails to hide its fissures. No, one cannot retreat his steps; Must…
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When Stomach Burns with Hunger.. Kasi Raju, Telugu, Indian
Father! Even when everything was exhausted in the house You never let us feel the want for anything Somehow you would arrange with a word or call; Mother would prepare us meal even by mooching. I come to know that There won’t be any want In lives that knew how to repay When mother serves me…
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Another Performance… D. Vijaya Bhaskar, Telugu, Indian
I know You are too smart. As an initiation to death You ordained half of life should go in sleep; To prepare for tsunamis, You endowed billowing emotions; To stand disabling earthquakes, Taught strokes and rumblings to the heart; To ready for the Doomsday You instilled the five elements in me And set them to harmony. But…
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I would be watching them two…Kuppili Padma, Telugu, Indian
Sometimes Forgetting the time Sometimes To forget the time When they two Sweep about the garden Like two Little butterflies; And like two buoyant fish When they swim In the bluish swimming pool. That lone girl Becomes a bond Akin to a red ribbon Tasseling two-braids … And a colourful cloud Raining endless…
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An Ordinary Day in an Ordinary Street… V. Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu, Indian
About ten in the morning, the trees are Still lazying under the thick foggy veil. The young sprouting leaves peep through Like the hanging jukas from earlobes. The early buzz for the daily grind of Autos, the picking up traffic, Children reaching out their schools, Is like attuning for an imminent concert. Stepping out…
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The Sun… Sivasagar, Telugu, Indian
(17th April is Sivasagar’s Death Anniversary) The Sun is a dexterous weaver. On the loom of sky With his fine ray-threads Weaves a spectral rainbow. The Sun is a consummate archer. In the coppice of cosmos With his sharp arrow-beams Shoots down the tigress of darkness. Sun is a passionate lover Climbing…
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In Search of a Phrase… Vadrevu Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu, Indian
For that haunting phrase you greet many a dawn, Reach out to many and sacrificed a lot. And For the apt word to flash in your mind, like a fisherman On boat, you sieve the seas every day. For the first shoots of sunlight every dawn You bide; Fog-screen in front; the pool of…
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