Sonali ChandaTruth lies somewhere between the spheres of shadow and light, wrapped in a fine cloth that
I don’t want to pull out,
truth is buried deep
under the black
sheathing now,
it is hard when
truth hits the
bottom,
it smiles when it flows on the surface, staying calm.Truth you hide in your pocket sleeps without ire, it watches the falsity grows everywhere and spread
it smiles when it flows on the surface, staying calm.Truth you hide in your pocket sleeps without ire, it watches the falsity grows everywhere and spread
its limbs, often silence speaks
the language of truth,
silence that is not
understood,
“silence speaks loud”
they say,
silence can’t be heard in mess, often silence pierces in its own quake.
Truth traverses beneath the seas
and ocean, I see its journey
through seven layers of
rainbow, silence holds
the truth in its bosom softly,
there’s no vacant space
for the one which
is not true.
Silence in love isn’t so easy go,
I see the butterflies rise in love
from the womb of truth,
silhouette of silence
hardly can be seen,
it shows the way
how it speaks
about good & evil.
I see you as the answer to my
one question,
I see you speaking in your
I see you speaking in your
magnetic silence,
Truth is there I can listen in you,
Some silence speaks the truth without hushing a word,
That silence has it’s best
Truth is there I can listen in you,
Some silence speaks the truth without hushing a word,
That silence has it’s best
voice when it comes
from you.
I choose to stay silent, my silence uses the words that’s hardly
listened to all, not all the
doors are meant to
welcome all, not all
the words are
meant for all.
*
Home Coming!
As far as I could see the coastal lines,
As if it was lying unbound,
waiting for some moisture,
As if the broken moonlight
was arranged by the silhouettes
of the fragmented ribs
of the waves, that lost their motion.
Some broken fragments,
some broken memories,
Some broken pieces
of inevitable injuries,
It was a certain time,
all they were broken,
But how pity to see, they couldn’t construct an entity, complete!
Though in the coastal lines,
I could see the sheer betrayal,
Betrayal of gravity, betrayal throttled them to detached from the shore, motionless they lied,
They were scattered around,
And the residues
were lying paralysed.
A tenderness,
some softness were there
in their slowly coming,
close towards the shore and then broke apart.
I could see their approaching
towards the motionless littoral,
They’ve travelled lot, they’ve struggled
for their pleasant arrival.
Those hours, which waited for a complete yarn,
broken they’re, now are waiting,
for a sweet desolation!
Though we labelled them as the
saddest seas and oceans, which dried up under the bed of vast drought land.
Still the shore which lied awake,
for few hours,
Holding the shells and conch-shells,
Leaving their stretches
over the shore chest!
After a thousand desolation, they reach the shore, as if after a pretty long term, they’re back from the abroad to their home, like touching the feet of mother’s, a serene pleasure fills in their whole gesture.
Where the tiny frames of waves roll down to the sands,
they stop for a while and inhale
the fragrance of
coriander cologne!
*
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కృష్ణుడు
శ్రీనివాస్ గౌడ్
కృపాకర్ పోతుల
తిలక్ బొమ్మరాజు
కవనమాలి
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