indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

A Poem Written On A Late Afternoon - Poem by indira babbellapati

A poem on a late afternoon

They moved;
sometimes in rhythm
sometimes tangent.

The night elongated
its limbs and paused
wherever they chose.

Whispers.
Caresses.
Twitches.

Held between your hands
sometimes it's
hot n humid.
Sometimes rain drummed.
At times it's chilly winter.

How the hands flew past!

Like birds in distress.
Like pigeons cooing.
Like peacock inviting...

Whispers.
Silences.
Gasp s.

Throb. Throb. Throb!

Desire hung;
a sack of honey
dribbling!


Comments about A Poem Written On A Late Afternoon by indira babbellapati

  • Gold Star - 9,226 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (2/12/2014 8:30:00 PM)

    The night elongated
    its limbs
    Night gets life in your poem. Beautiful. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 12, 2014


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