From The Banks Of Ganga II
Who lived atop
Those distant hills
Where flickered
A lamp or two
During the nights?
Come night
Ganga turns
Into an enchanting black beauty
Her hilly banks
And the sky:
One overwhelming
Sheet of darkness clinging to
The beautiful Ganga
Flowing in that stillness of night
Her skin shining in ripples of gold
Laughing in mirth
Singing a resonant melody
Along the flow
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A Poem Seeking Permission...
May I seek
Your permission
To build my castle
Of fantasies
That houses you?
The castle may
Crumble down
Let it be...
From the debris
Will I quickly build another
Binding every wall
With my precious tears
Copiously shed
In the silence of
Several vacant nights
I'll roam from room to room
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Star of Bethlehem
‘Will you come again? ’
I asked you that evening
Your steps moved silently
Towards the door
The setting sun by then
Stealthily entered through
The door ajar
All set to grab you
The floor under my feet
Felt damp
Dusk, gathering its shadows
The question silently repeated
As silently as the stars that
Revealed themselves
On the fading sky
You turned your head
Standing one step
Outside the door
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From the biography of an unknown woman: III
Into the empty corridors
Of the night does she wake
An immobilizing blankness filling
The precincts of her skin and bones
The skin torn into rags
The bones crushed to smitherens
There in an insignificant corner
Lies a heap of her ashes of many a death
A whirlwind of unknown origin
Scatters the ashes far and wide
The phoenix can never rise
Negating all myths
Much to her surprise
She continues to roam
In those empty corridors
The shallowness of her breath
Echoing loud through her exhausted lungs
18apr2010
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Untitled: Iv
once upon a time
long long ago though it
may seem just a moment ago
on a full-moon night
we shared our unshed tears
silently absorbing each others presence
our bodies trembled
within the skin-confines
intermittently
we broke into
all-knowing smiles
the moisture in the eyes
brought more glint to the whites
what mattered that night
was the connect
not related to the routine
mundane world
on this night
i now stand in a puddle
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Between Two Days Or Two Nights
this i've known for certain
there's a path chartered
for us much before we
landed on this earth
from an unknown sphere
how else can i explain
the twists and turns
the meandering course
that i walk through?
if it's all within my purview
won't i be an architect of
my own edifice?
would i allow life to slip
through my fingers?
yes, my friend...
take this from me
we're moving through
a fixed time and space
just like how a day is
squeezed bewteen two nights
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As I Face You On This Battle Front
this i can tell you
in all confidence
gone are swords
or daggers or missiles
or ak47s or anything
else more advanced
in this battlefront
all these and more are
but mere obselete
a look or
a word or
nth part of a glance
of ignoring or a touch
you shudder from
is far more lethal
than all these put together
even a dropp of blood
will never be seen
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A Poem for All Men and Women!
Woman,
Demean not your body
Given to you
For a divine purpose!
Woman,
You're not mere body, though!
A soul's passage
To an earthly sojourn
Is no spitoon!
The hips
That hold life secure
The breasts
That nourish growth
The body
That bears the world
Can never be a play-field
For the undeserving
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Dis/enchantment?
the blemish on the moon
was made to be seen as
a patient old woman
ready to wrap me in her
white clothes smelling queerly
of old age that gave some security
or a spritely rabbit ready to jump out
just to amuse me with her flurry coat
i failed to pass on that moon
to my son whom the stars
lured into their web of reality
...all that i knew at much older age
he knew right as a teenager...
i still seek the old lady
and the fluffy rabbit up there
while he engages himself
negotiating the here and now
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Separation
How does one define separation?
What does one mean by separation?
Is it when breath is severed from the body?
Is it when the court of law declares 'divorced? '
How many separations come as blows!
How many, pass by silently!
How many separations we live with
And how many more do we contain!
Don't some come as relief too?
Tell me, my friend
Why do we always think of separation as external?
How many of us aren't really separated from our self?
Tell me, can you define separation for me?
20 May 2011
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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