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Kanna K. Siripurapu

Kanna K. Siripurapu

Love Lives in Turbulence

Neither in the calm seas and placid lakes,
Nor in the clear azure skies and serene sun sets,
But, its in the midst of turbulence and storms,
Lives the soul of dedication, and,
The heart of true love beats and breathes!

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ONE and only ONE

I opened my eyes and scanned my ro… I heard a voice asking me, “Where… Pushed the blankets and I put my… I heard the floor asking me “where… Laughed and shook my head,
Estranged by the Stranger

When the clouds betrayed the ocean… And flew away into the open skies, When the waves shun the sands, And drifted away into the open sea… When the fragrance ditched the flo…
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The Four

Wind has no direction, Light has no dimension, The sun, the moon and the earth I… Circumscribed by four cardinal poi… My thoughts have no direction,
Leaving Something Behind

The journey of life is one of a ki… It moves forward but leaves the pa… When the caravan walk past the des… The footprints were left on the sa… When the tides ebb the shore,
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Face-off

I’M COLOURLESS BUT OPAQU… I’M TRANSPARENT BUT H… YOU CAN TAKE A PLUNGE…
Reverie Thoughts

Like the rivulets, and springs are… Don’t know where they spring from, Like the rain and showers that fee… Are the memories of my past and pr… Like the streams and rivers gushin…
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As I Age

As I age, Some say its just a number, Other say, its a change, As I age, The picture would crease,
Coup de Grace

In an endeavor to outwit my fate, In an effort to outsmart the pain, I smiled at every passing face, To wipe out the memories without a… When the mind refused to heed my i…
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Limited Palette

There she goes with grace and eleg… Spinning and gyrating in the ballr… Dancing for the tunes of grandeur… Drawing the fresco of intricate de… But of a limited palette, when onl…
Tribe of own

Covered in a skin colour of own, Of a distinct shade and tone, A single thread of a long social f… The tassel which can not be weaved… I’m a unique tribe of my own,
Searching for a clue

If I could ever see a twinkling s… But I still wonder how far it cou… Staring wildly at every passing mo…
New Found Strength

When needle sharp fangs sunk into… I nicked my body with the swipe of… And let the blood flow and allowed… Cos I know that the wound will he… And the pain wouldn’t last long,
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Colour of the Colourless

Passing through the colourless len… The colour of the colourless blue… The blue ocean are creating colour… Of Azure on my colourless and sha… The images are as void as the blue…
Vision and visualization

Caught in between vision and visua… Is vision the sight of a moving fl… And visualization the sight of a f… Is seeing the movements in reality… And seeing the moments in imaginat…
Neither time nor tide

Time split us into two, And Tide swept us through, Time and tide waits for none, May be that is true, But through the time and the tide,



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