In the Middle of the Poem

The interrupted line sighs;

the suffocation of sudden silence;

someone pants at the rear,

fitfully. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 7, 2010 at 6:49 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి  

a grief outcast

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I know you’re searching for hundreds of reasons

to justify all these killings—whatever.

You know, I’m simply looking for those lives

that are lost forever. (మరింత…)

Published in: on ఫిబ్రవరి 19, 2009 at 5:52 సా.  3 వ్యాఖ్యలు  

LEAVING THE VILLAGE

 

Leaving the village,

May the waters of the nearby stream

Rise to see you off, like your mother’s hand.

May the memory of sunlight

Peeking through the dark doors of night

Warm your mind during cold times. (మరింత…)

Published in: on ఫిబ్రవరి 16, 2009 at 5:13 సా.  Comments (1)  

I don’t have any birthplace

 I am some limb or organ under a head of vacuum 

From whence I was born, how I grew up,

Just at 47 how I blew up,

Since none of you told me anything .. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 26, 2008 at 1:21 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి  

The Lake of Childhood

It used to be moist somewhat.
When little feet got tired running here
a cool touch used to caress, like mother’s hand. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 26, 2008 at 1:20 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి  

In the Middle of the Poem

The interrupted line sighs;

the suffocation of sudden silence;

someone pants at the rear,

fitfully. (మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 16, 2008 at 2:46 సా.  వ్యాఖ్యానించండి  

A Grief Outcasted

I know you’re searching for hundreds of reasons

to justify all these killings—whatever.

You know, I’m simply looking for those lives

that are lost forever.

(మరింత…)

Published in: on జనవరి 14, 2008 at 4:16 ఉద.  2 వ్యాఖ్యలు