Vijay Kogantithis morning
warms up
dispassionately reflecting
me and myself
the noisy clatter of chirping birds
and the sounds of the crying babes
are turning into smooth silence
on my ears
my static existence
like a dumb life
amidst the tables chairs
and this sprawling diwan bed
watches its own presence with no bias
i try to watch
the frozen patches of light and wind
torn amidst the branches of a tree
with eyeballs of frozen glass
think i am turning
into an unspoken context and
melting into a silent portrait
of muted witness
i do feel like sinking
into a déjà vu
in a stream of silence
a mechanical tide of stillness
hanging in an airy vacuum
spring
~
the nodes of the drying branches sprout
joy peeps out
softness rolls into a bud
cheer blooms
smile of a tiny dew drop waits
buds dawn into flowers
hopes spread
hearts whisper
cherry blossoms become palms
*
పెద్దన్న
అక్కిరాజు భట్టిప్రోలు
రవి వీరెల్లి
శ్రీరామ్ పుప్పాల
అఫ్సర్
స వెం రమేశ్
అట్టాడ అప్పల్నాయుడు
💐💐👍sir!