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patra-The Leaf: July 2014
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Wednesday, 23 July 2014. As a date in the calendar. As an event of depleted emotional relations. Sky resembles an embryo of misdeeds. Guillotine of green soil. Sunflowers in the farms. With a suicidal note of the sons of soil. Thoughts are rusted nails in the coffin. Carved words on the grave stone. Are rituals of last rain drops. Which fill the thirst of parched souls. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Beneath the tree Coal relics Mine my Requiem. నే...
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patra-The Leaf: Climbers
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Saturday, 28 June 2014. Into hidden layers of the soil. Orchestrated by vivid birds on the branches. Few petals dancing to the wind and rain. As a tribute to the path. This paved a journey to abode. The serenity beneath the footprints. Blossoms in the sky. My eyes embrace the trunks in the woods. As I move ahead. 28 June 2014 at 18:51. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. Walking soul Waking a dead wood Pertinent way on foot into the grave Trave...
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స్మృతి వనం - | సత్య
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Friday, April 17, 2015. స్మృతి వనం -. గిడుగు. ఆమె నగు మోము. తాటాకు టోపి ). Posted by Satya Srinivas. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. చేతి రేఖలు. వీలునామా. నా సమాథికి చెట్టు నీడ చూపు కాపలా. గదిల్లు. ఇంటి వెనుక గుల్ మొహర్ పూలు. విరహం ఉర్ఫ్ తన్ హాయి. ఆమె చీరలోని గంజి బిరుసు రాత్రి వెన్నెల్ని మల్లెలుగా చేస్తుంది ఆమె చ&...నేల గంధం. మాను -మాకు సిరీస్! అతి చిన్న కధలు). Http:/ wwwpatra-poems.blogspot.in. Designed for Costa Rica real estate.
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ఎండుటాకుల వాకిలి | సత్య
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Monday, July 27, 2015. ఎండుటాకుల వాకిలి. మిట్ట మధ్యాహ్నం. నిర్మానుష్యమైన వీధిలో. ఎవరో ఒంటరిగా వెళుతున్నట్టు. కంట్లో నుండి జారిపోతున్న ఆలోచనలా. గాల్లో ఎగిరి పోతుంటది ఓ ఎండుటాకు. సాయంత్రం, ఎండుటాకులు. సంధ్యాకాంతుల వెలుగు దివ్వెల చెరువు. మాటలు లేని జ్ఞాపకాల చూపు. రాత్రి. ఎండుటాకుల నేలడవి. ముంగిట్లో రాలిన ఎండుటాకుల్ని. ఉషోదయసంధ్యా కాలాల్లో. ఆమె శుభ్రపరుస్తూనే వుంటుంది. అలిగి వెళ్లిన వాళ్ళు ఇల్లు వదల్లేక. అక్కడే తచ్చాడుతునట్టు. మళ్ళీ తొలి కిరణాల్లా. ఎండుటాకుల వాకిలి. Posted by Satya Srinivas. ఉషోదయij...
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patra-The Leaf: Heritage walk
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Thursday, 29 November 2012. Us by our own. In the hawks eye ball. Monuments are nocturnal beings. I stroll in those lanes. With soul embedded wings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In the afternoon My father’s portrait Hanging on the wall Swings like Last implicit words The wind from the east Signs the . They neither left Us alone Nor leave Us by our own Still gaze At everyone With a moon In the hawks eye ball Monument. Sea and old man.
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patra-The Leaf: Posthumous poem
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Wednesday, 4 July 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In the afternoon My father’s portrait Hanging on the wall Swings like Last implicit words The wind from the east Signs the . They neither left Us alone Nor leave Us by our own Still gaze At everyone With a moon In the hawks eye ball Monument. When you read my poem My words echo In your souls voice I rejoice like a clouds burst (10-7-13). Beneath the tree Coal relics Mine my Requiem.
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patra-The Leaf: Flying aloof
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Tuesday, 10 July 2012. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). View my complete profile. In the afternoon My father’s portrait Hanging on the wall Swings like Last implicit words The wind from the east Signs the . They neither left Us alone Nor leave Us by our own Still gaze At everyone With a moon In the hawks eye ball Monument. When you read my poem My words echo In your souls voice I rejoice like a clouds burst (10-7-13). Beneath the tree Coal relics Mine my Requiem.
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patra-The Leaf: Companions
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Sunday, 4 August 2013. Me and my wife. Sleep on the swing mat. Tied below to our sons cot. Crescent moon plays hide and seek. Through the windows mirror. And wooden sculptures of aboriginal people. Stationed on the plank. Early in the morning. Bird tapping the windows mirror. Pronounce it heard the chat. And clasps its feathers joyfully. 4 August 2013 at 18:06. Thanks Vijay for your compliments and will certainly do my best for your endeavours. 5 August 2013 at 18:11. When yo...
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patra-The Leaf: January 2015
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Posted by Satya Srinivas. On Wednesday, 28 January 2015. Even my thoughts figure. Under a microscopic eye. We both are astronauts. Flying in forms of memoirs. Fulfilling one’s own thirst. With an iceberg breathe. Dancing feet of penguins. Just join us in the party. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. In the afternoon My father’s portrait Hanging on the wall Swings like Last implicit words The wind from the east Signs the . Beneath the tree Coal relics Mine my Requiem. Sea and old man.
