indira babbellapati

Rookie - 70 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

indira babbellapati Poems

1. Some Thoughts To Ponder: Iv 9/29/2009
2. The Voice* 12/11/2009
3. 'I Don'T Know, Somewhere Up There'* 12/23/2009
4. Surreal Seasons 12/29/2009
5. Under A Starry Sky 1/13/2010
6. 'Magical Bond' Of Words'* 1/13/2010
7. My Maiden Flight* 2/27/2010
8. Unquenched 3/3/2010
9. The Invisible Alchemy 3/3/2010
10. Guess, If You Can… 3/3/2010
11. Touch-Me-Not 3/5/2010
12. Maybe Tomorrow 3/6/2010
13. Some Thoughts To Ponder 3/8/2010
14. Rendezvous 3/23/2010
15. Once Again In The Southwest Balcony 4/1/2010
16. My Funeral Procession 4/8/2010
17. In The Flux... 4/9/2010
18. Karma As I Seem To Understand A Wee Bit 4/25/2010
19. Laila O, Laila…* 5/19/2010
20. Notes From The Shore 5/21/2010
21. On Visiting Shiridi... 6/6/2010
22. Urban Dwelling 6/13/2010
23. Some Senryus On A Monsoon Morning 6/13/2010
24. Travails Of Survival 6/15/2010
25. On A Monsoon Morning 7/13/2010
26. Untitled: Iv 7/18/2010
27. Insomnia 7/26/2010
28. Heart's Way... 7/28/2010
29. Some Senryus 7/21/2010
30. On Watching Discovery Channel 8/9/2010
31. Nature Of Brain, A Senryu 8/19/2010
32. On This Day... 8/15/2010
33. In A World Of Counter Creation 8/25/2010
34. Some Haikus 8/27/2010
35. Of He And She, A Senryu 9/18/2010
36. To The Other Half 9/22/2010
37. Of Rains And Ruins 9/28/2010
38. Potted Banyan* 10/6/2010
39. Kiss 10/9/2010
40. Sleep* 10/17/2010
Best Poem of indira babbellapati

' A Poem That Woke Me Up! '

I dwell
In the absence
You left behind

That absence occupies me

I dabble
In the silence
You fill me with

That's my silent connect

This heart
Still sings
The moonlight sonata of yore

That silent score sustains me

My breath
Still draws in
The perfume dabbed on this skin

That silently nurtures hope in me

Every night
I bury tear for you
In my heart

That quenches my heart's thirst

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Call Of Desire*

this embryonic desire
to surrender myself
at the altar of your passion
to feel the warmth of your breath
that breathes the skin
into a glow
to taste those lips
that determine the course
of our growing passions

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