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Kanna K. Siripurapu

Kanna K. Siripurapu

Shadow an oxymoron

Darker side of the light is a “Shadow”..!
Its the light but not the darkness that gives a Shadow,
Either Light in the darkness 0r darkness in the light,
Ends up in a deep dark colour called shadow,
And shadow perse is an oxymoron!!

(2012)

Other works by Kanna K. Siripurapu...
The Portrait of Prejudice

Intrigued by the faces and their f… Inspired by the colours and their… Inscribed sketches of them on the… Inline to the outlines of the colo… Inked and imbued the inlines, in h…
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Breathing in the Deep

In a world where change remains un… Of the irregular patterns that are… I fear the fear and wonder the won… When I saw a dead plant sprung ba… From the roots where life remains…
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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…
Hues and Shadows

The vibrant colours, and the vivac… When kissed by the sun and caresse… They shine, they shimmer, they gli… But wonder why they always cast a… Even in the face of brightest, sun…
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Neither is true

My eyes always cheat my innocent m… Neither the sky nor the ocean are…
Love Lives in Turbulence

Neither in the calm seas and placi… Nor in the clear azure skies and s… But, its in the midst of turbulenc… Lives the soul of dedication, and, The heart of true love beats and b…
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The one who can't

I always wonder and ponder, Whether the one who never touched… Is sensible enough to feel the tex… Whether the one who never water th… Is eligible enough to relish the d…
Was that You?

When the winds started breathing c… When the trees shed their green su… When the ground crawled under the… When the geese flee to the souther… As the stars started to show-up ea…
Pebbles of the PAST

Pebbles that I dropped on my path… Long lost and forgotten when the p… Their memories were long lost and… I moved on thinking that they will… Now I’m walking on a different pa…
Oh Wind

Sliced by the grass blades, Stung by the pine needles, Struck by the sharp stones, oh, wind why do you take all the b… But why do you still flow?
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My Awkward Nakedness

The moment I stepped out of the c… And stepped into the world filled… I was whisked and wrapped immediat… In the social fabric of different… Of the colours of culture, creed,…
Healing not the same as Cured

Strolling alone, along the desolat… After a stormy night, when the hel… The thunders left their tell tale… When I saw a moth wiggling in the… Her colorful wings now lost to the…
The Lascivious Flower

Walked into an art gallery on proc… Displayed around are the arts of s… Of the artillery behind the art of… I stood starring at the artistic c… I heard a voice mutter, “What a p…
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Face-off

I’M COLOURLESS BUT OPAQU… I’M TRANSPARENT BUT H… YOU CAN TAKE A PLUNGE…
Glass and Mirror

The difference between a glass and… Is perhaps the same as the distanc… Glass when I frame it over an ima… Mirror when an image forms on its… Former is the way I look into my…



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