Tempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 31. Bathukamma – Women Like weaving poetry, uniting family, women cross the roads of ups and downs, make corrections to their journey. They pile up flowers in rows to make Bathukamma, pour out hearts to sing songs of experiences. Crossing the innocent age of five-tiered and […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 30. Tempest of Time If there is any fear now, it’s not of death, but of life. People’s stupidity, cruelty, inhumanity are turning into death caverns Hunger is multiplying each minute like the cell division in the human body. Death in parturition, in addiction! Hiding the reality, […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 29. Flower-like Shelves Yes, what you heard is right They are flower-like shelves Don’t detain them. Don’t tie her in a work shed with the strings of your ego, for she will become the answer to all your questions if detained. If you want you may […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 28. Persons Outwitting Time If ten words strum the lute of the heart, ten notes reach the pages of history. Essence accrues with ripeness and struggles with readiness. Like a brook of oneness,let us become writable songs and heal the wounds! I am a lone army […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 27. Balu Everywhere When solitary birds suspend their waiting glances from nests hiding fruit bunches of pain behind smiles… When someone wants to swim in the sea of sense slipping into deserts or jungles, then Balu, the shower of your sweet notes gives solace. In our […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 26. Vine with No Leaves Knowledge is turning into a forest amid hard times, animosities that are moving as waves. This city with burning trees is akin to a coffin; it’s like a cistern filled with silent dark melancholic songs. A traitor it is: when asked […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 25. ‘Re’public Day All the beautiful occasions of hoisting the existence flags open as festivals. A victory drum sounded at the midnight of Fifteenth August, Nineteen Forty- Seven; the sky of national feeling blossomed in the form of hubbub everywhere. It stood in front of us […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 24. Lamp of Hopes This is the introduction from my philosophy landto the tone of life when the future excesses are taking shape. As if passing days in the calendar with balance, you pushed some memories into oblivion! Selfish thoughts as your attires, thirst for power […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 23. Learned Masters He ties new swings to the twinkles of your eyes; wraps with ropes of teaching, exercises. Fixes you as a pen or book on the tool of time, puts you on track. When exams are your ultimate aim he sculpts your brain, carves […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 22. Home Dwelling I am deeply immersed in thoughts My mind has now become a newspaper; it cannot fill my fist. New light is being transmitted to the kitchen! I salute this strange free time; it doesn’t allow to stir the curry while cooking, how much […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 21. New Mirror Taunting words at home turn into embers even before childhood isn’t over and age is not ripe for responsibilities. The age difference between brothers is played up, yet wounds of sex determination are born. School precincts are not those of heart. Tender branches […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 20. Nature of Shadows The whole night is falling as drops; the imbibing method is becoming symbolic. Some thoughts are printing cosmic rays, wayward moments, and stars not reaching the retinal sky, fascinating in the perspective. Some harsh delicate silent notions on either side of life’s […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 19. P.V., You Are the Renown of Telugu A huge natural wall stood as a revolution The whole story of the steps is a war field. Many have set traps but couldn’t catch the lion, your intelligence that is! When truth, virtue had no value, were […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 18. Poet Some people just scribble Some toil and some have illusions. The others own magical feats, humility; turn into musical instruments, ragas, beatsor lyrics. Some have artistic outlook, streams of poesy. Some have selfishness, others repulsion for lucre. Some bank upon or sell away flowers, […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 17. Time to Grow The sky is torturing. Let alone guarding the infinite universe, it’s crushing under its foot, the endangered faith. It is useful neither for dried coir nor for fire. How tiny your heart is amidst your henchmen, how senseless your conceit, is not […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 16. Bonalu – Dazzlers of Art When devotees pour ‘five syllables’ in the vault of the heart and intelligence becomes a firmament of piety, they place faith on heads, turn themselves into a carnival. Hunger, food… they are not recent ones, but came into existence when […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 15. In this Battlefield She is a flutter that made virility smoulder in the field of war; the lustre of gems she is. She kindles the light of erudition, and the flourish of hard work. So she is not a policewoman, but a policeman! She completes […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 14. The Song of the Present It’s a song; it embraced a long silence, crossedthe tombs of hatred near the bonds of affection. A dwelling erected in our life struggle. It has seen not only the stars In the firmament, the ripples in the sea, and […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 13. Book is our Flag Like a mother who directs a crawling child Like the father who teaches his son how to run Like the teacher who dispels fear from the mind Like the temple that tells God is present in the heart of one and […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 12. Monopoly It’s an indoor game that fell into the hands of tiny tots. Irrespective of the season it gives a yield of bucks unseen earlier. A nice game it is… that of e-business No great fascination or rapture in the distribution of intellect. Only a […]
Continue ReadingTempest of time (poems) -Kondapalli Niharini Translated by Elanaaga 11. Corona, We Aren’t Afraid! We wage war individually, and fight the same single battle. We lie in wait separately. You are a microbial bomb, not an atomic one! So why do we fear you? We won’t tie you to stop you from touching us. We […]
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