Tag: Telugu
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Wafting Fumes… Anveeksha, Telugu, Indian
. He did not care To look at her sleeping Puckered up like a book. He did not for once Glance at the string of pearls her glow-worm fingers lace picking up Each letter in the court of darkness. Never did he show any intent to know Her creativity ….…
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Urmila’s Dream… Sarada Sivapurapu, Telugu, Indian
Happy Women’s Day ! . Some wayward unerasable scribblings on life’s slate Frighten like phantoms in bright light When I put out the light and lie down Closing my eyes, another torch lights within. Then begins an enduring search Seeking to retrace the trodden paths In the translucent darkness Giving shape and life to people…
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A Sweet Calling on the Shore … Kasiraju, Telugu, Indian
Either in the wakes of those surging waves or buried in the slightly wet sands on the shore there lie some hushed legends. which commune freely with every solitude. The imprints of few footprints erased by the sweeping waves pleaded for attention to listen to their story. A violent wave which girdled my feet before…
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A Night’s Tale on Day’s Sheet… Srinivas Vasudev, Telugu, Indian
This day, after all, Isn’t sterile. She bears an empty shadow with it always… Neither the night is all alone She tugs some untold tales with her Skiing either over the eyelids Or the shoulders of a myriad dreamers. You need the day Whenever you hang the welts of the night, by heart. Night is…
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A Slice of Experience… Afsar, Telugu, Indian
1 How snugly the boats Rest in the lap of the river Reminiscing silently The buzz of the last evening! 2 A veteran fisher swirls his snare Into the body of the river Erasing the carpet of mist The river had pulled over it. 3 The village on the opposite bank Continues to…
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A Daily… Palaparthy Indrani, Telugu, Indian
It won’t take a wink thro’ the night. At the day break… It comes carrying news On each page, as Crisp as a deep-fried Papad, Astringent as Neem leaves chutney, Round as black-gram bolus, Resinous as sesame candy. It sleeps For the whole day. There will be cobwebs On every one of its pages And…
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Run Planets, Run!… D. Vijaya Bhaskar, Telugu, Indian
Run Planets, Run! There you see, Man is coming after you! Don’t be conned by his sacred band of hair there are drills hid in his hand. Be on guard! He is visiting to steal and stash away your riches. Thinking with thousand brains Man can reach out for you stretching out hands hundred times…
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A Temple on the Shores of Mahabalipuram … V. Chinaveerabhadrudu, Telugu, Indian
Somebody left a poem sculpted behind On the listless canvas of marine canopy. Like intention infused in language Word by word, he set stone over stone. Countless people every evening Flock around the place; The poem continues to echo But who cares to understand that? You witness few shells Horses for pleasure-ride Swimmers…
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The Journey…. Manasa Chamarti, Telugu, Indian
There will be A little enthusiasm, A little apprehension And whenever the train stops at a new station, A little bit of confusion… And in those few brief moments… One has to finish The deals and trade-offs And the few commitments. One must! Believing and making the world believe Else, simply feigning… Watching The hopes…
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On the camber of the night –bridge… Ravi Verelly, Telugu, Indian
There will be nothing left Once the war ceases. The bleeding swords nestle Cozily in their dark sheaths. Like a lonely cloudlet on a gloomy canvas The welkin swims across the infinite vacuum With the vermillion on her forehead sullied… The heralding peaks standing tall Turn to vales all of a sudden; And…
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