The Peach Blossom That Talked Poem by Jagannath rao Adukuri

An intrepid dreamer brings
Several images in continuation
The flying water and the hills
Later the peach blossom
That has to move with the water.
The lights glistened forgetfully
Yesterday over fried potatoes
It was just a whiff of thought
These bones in the clay-pot.
The water looked yellow
Like what they said when
The Titanic drowned in voices.
The songs refused to speak-
It is the big bank on that side.
In the meantime I collect
All those pebbles on the beach
My pockets full, my heart jumps.
This winter will bring snow
On the higher Himalayan slopes
Folks continue their feasts
Waiting for village weddings.
I sit here without my wire
Entangled with ideas of beauty
On my imaginary pixels space
Dreaming of word constellations
That vanished quickly after.