jagannath rao adukuri (nisheedhi)
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- Nickname
- nisheedhi
- Full name
- jagannath rao adukuri
- Location
- Hyderabad ,India
- Note
- Poetry writing and photography are my interests.
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the curtains fall for you / letting in just a few sun rays / that hold swirling dust atoms/ we are dust , atoms and swirling.
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Scatter/This jewel of a girl is not now girl / Because she held the key to jewels. / She needs Vishnu. She is scattered.
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We are trying poetry again When the guard paces up and down Hitting the night with his rhythmic stick And his whistle pierces its silence
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We sat deeply on the foundation As our legs dangled in empty space In the waving grass of the breeze Showing bits of sunrise behind the hill
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We are keenly waiting for our miracles/ We are waiting at the dusty bus stops/ Of I- love- you graffiti and sleeping beggars/
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I live life in images As in deep sleep I hear the tree falling In the forest of dream, And every tree’s falling In every forest of sky.
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My mind overflows the body Take my body- I dont need it- And my bags in the corner Give them to the medical student And to the rag picker
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Her long back arched silently/As she crouched and waited/For history to break and begin /With fresh stories in the making.
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He surrounds himself with furniture / They sit still and breathe on his glasses/ As though the light of his eyes falls on them.
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That night frogs came out for a while to die/This morning their carcasses/ Squished under our walking feet/ As our eyes looked at the sun
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Mumbai crows seem to know everything/From the red tiled roof there /They proclaimed kinship proposing /Merger in the dark of my existence
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all that happens in the transience of the hem/ in the corners of leaves the body posture replies in the way it crouches in the colored back
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Her long back arched silently/ As she crouched and waited/ For history to break and begin/ With fresh stories in the making.
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Other things happened elsewhere, other time/ Couldn’t you hear the loud thump of my feet/ Amidst the muffled creaking of bones
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A streak of sunlight played with slapping palms/ Another one with a pink newspaper That mentions no migrant women in canvas tents
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Up there, you were alone/ With sweaty fear between you and infinity A dusty existence Enclosed in divisions of space and time
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My words had fallen Into night They were not luminous. When Rilke dropped them They were. But they fell into the same Aggregate of darkness.
about 2 months ago from web -
My figures are shadowy, squatting On the river bank with halos intact They lost their identity, however In the prevailing spatial situation
about 2 months ago from web -
Our images stream down like tears/ Holding reflections of broken thoughts. We are trying to break silence.
about 2 months ago from web -
I try to open these windows/ Their rusty hinges make creepy noises/ As they open out , difficultly/ To endless vistas of light and shadow
about 2 months ago from web
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