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On the anguished sky

వాకిలి — Thu, 27 Jun 2013 21:56:24 +0000

The night, caught in the fist,
Without any sound seeps into the roots
Of heart
The solitary river,
Still for pitching a note
Making a morning star its navigator
Flows as a silent wound
Time like a cat
Jumps from the space between the legs
Digs the past and sleeps in an underground room
Eyes glide their eyeballs
On the flow of dreams
Turn into cockle shells
Thrown unmindfully
The bloomed heart coils as the strings of sitar
Sighs and heaves a tune
That lacks any emotion
At least now
Slip down on this anguish filled sky
Becoming tears
Explode completely
For the grave sans dreams

A month of snow

వాకిలి — Thu, 23 May 2013 21:53:02 +0000

Into this dawn of this month of snow
That encircled as thick smog
Who has protruded out as jasmines with elongated stalks
Wearing the crinkled wings of metallic birds
Filled the streets with brightness
This is the occasion when
Today turns a routine for tomorrow
How much they reviled
For new answers

They who produce only early spring
And dream only the early spring
Haunting the nightmares in autumn
A surety from their answer
The future will be a question mark?
Break the bones of
The roots and the patriarchs
Put them in the grave
We are the living presentence
We are marching in the month of snow

That’s all annoyance suddenly ventures
Not only the scientists, but political veterans too
Can hardly measure some situations …
How far is it from
The beating of a heart to wetting of eyes and
The Response of a body?

It’s easy to fold a tongue
Saying irresponsible
It’s a bit crazy to say that
Some soft funds have arrived
In taking a busy busy life in an easy way
For the lack of any personal mileage
Who can give any answer?
It’s not so elegant as rallies of candlelight
Let them fester and suffer for a while

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In the cold of this month of snow
Nakedness shivers vigorously
When human beings remain as organs
From the virtual reality of distress
It navigates into absolute reality
Weekend parties, night outs, tweeting
Postings and likes, teasing tea shirts
Plunging from the concealed emotion
Those are a few fists of waves
Can’t we welcome with our two hands
Whether they retreat or what may happen in future
Don’t descend down the tethered heap
Left on the plateaus of axioms
Let us dance wetting in the warm waves
That decrease to some extent
The area of sand banks of life
In conclusion
Let us welcome the new voices
Tuned by the month of snow

Original: Desa Raju (Telugu)
Translation: Swapnika

A crescent moon

వాకిలి — Thu, 25 Apr 2013 21:22:33 +0000

Scattering her organs indiscriminately
As if not hers, she squat

As a stone heap of someone
By the road side
Is she here, not known?

As swimming in herself
As if didn’t know which bank to reach

As a seeping in ocean behind the sunrises and sets
Without a sense of anything

The wind blooming in the hair
Draws crisscrosses on her forehead
The crazy ring on her finger
What it reminds?

A dog sitting by her side wagging its tail
A n immortal hand nebulously
Strokes the head
As a crescent moon not yet appeared
A young smile sprouts at the lip corners

Original: K.SivaReddy (Telugu)
Translation: Swapnika