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A young boy is waiting for the bus With a colorful letter and a Rose in hand Her unfinished Kiss Spread like fog in my heart The boy’s eyes are probing every bus that stops I thought He is just like me Same eyes Same glances Same Rose May be I am that boy Perhaps that boy is erstwhile me I groped the crackling dried rose petals in my pocket once again Bolloju Baba ...
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  March 26, 2016, 10:42 pm
Nothing is remembered Except A pocketful of sun-rays A Fistful slices of moon Wish to forget everything by getting this tear filled evening under the eyelids of this night to sleep But Some words drop from me and become a desert a forest comes out of that desert and a cloud-burst from that forest- one after the other blossom and engulf me Though born out of me It drifts me away like a piece of twig Nothing is remembered Except Pocketful of words Fistful slices of a dream. Bolloju Baba ...
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  March 13, 2016, 6:19 pm
  He opened his manifesto Before the mike. Crowd roared in reply Hailing him to be victorious Someone put a bunch of Flower petals in my hand I threw them at his foot On his every step After coming home I found my hands are Stained with blood. In-erasable stains How can I show these blood stained hands To my children tomorrow? Bolloju Baba ...
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  February 29, 2016, 10:52 pm
Source: Apartheid ...
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  February 22, 2016, 11:49 pm
I cannot say it’s a great beauty Wheatish skin, plough like nose, Large eyes, body trimmed by youth That’s all Upon our request sitting on the garden bench With closed eyes, raised up head Swollen neck vessels she Poured many songs into the ears of that evening. Oh.. that evening is still afresh when remembered and flutters in my body restlessly like a wasp carrying a mouthful of mud On a holy Friday of Sravana Masam the scene of she walking like a traditional girl with a consecrated thread round her wrist wearing a frock made of silk her curls of hair spurting the aroma of benzoin eyes shining with collyrium- still glows among the pages of memories as a peacock feather like piece of moo...
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  February 22, 2016, 1:43 am
The Sublimity of Life The first cloud that skims along the last whiff of summer breeze leaves an impression of verdurous kiss on earth’s parching lips. The cold wind that comes riding over the last drop of rain passes off  … blessing each body with an encounter of warmth. The Summer born in the ultimate moments of Winter recedes throwing a fistful of jasmines on adults and a chestful of memories to children. Novelty of life and the tapering of death shall always fine tune the music of Life. Love always enlivens the passages of Life with its fragrances. What a sublime life it is when we humbly subject to Time or Love and surrender our Being and our Existence!!! Bolloju Baba –...
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  February 22, 2016, 1:38 am
Birds shared the dawn in bits and pieces equally Trees shared the sunrays in packects of leaves without trouble Flowers shared the rainbow by pealing off layer by layer Flowers too were shared by bumblebees with handfulls of pollen When will man learn to share? Bolloju Baba – self translated from Telugu ...
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  February 22, 2016, 1:36 am
Whatever reason they might offer they deracinated the tree that blossoms a sanguine-flower every month. In the Anatomy Theatre of civilised man the body of a woman has always been a Guinea Pig. Whatever be the reason, the cradle of man which put up with two cuts earlier, now lies dead… severed forever. In a system of medicine where consequences are not fully comprehensible uterus has reduced to a Test Tube For Pills, Caesareans, IUDs, I-pills, and now … surrogacies. Whatever the reason be, some invisible scissors have excised the invisible organ. Now the vulnerable Soul laments looking for a hiding place searching all places within the body. HRTs and anti-depressants have lined up ...
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  February 22, 2016, 1:35 am
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