indira babbellapati

Rookie - 71 Points (visakhapatnam, india)

The Emptiness Of Self - Poem by indira babbellapati

Bleached,
The night looked
A huge ghost
Walking backwards

The wind blowing
From the ancient banyan
On the village outskirts
Hooted like a giant owl

The sea looked muddy
And the rivers felt dry
Thoughts were scattered
By the banyan wind
Like sand granules at storm

In the corridors
Well lighted, peopled,
Perfumed n jewelled
Is heard a shriek of emptiness that
I tried to muffle in vain!


Comments about The Emptiness Of Self by indira babbellapati

  • Rookie Pratim Bishnu (8/10/2013 1:13:00 PM)

    A lot is left to imaginary and feel, very hard to find in most poems these days, a really nice poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,309 Points Tirupathi Chandrupatla (7/15/2013 2:18:00 PM)

    Emptiness of self is a surreal image as described. The shriek's echoes seem unending. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 14, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, July 16, 2013


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