Art
Containing everything I can imagine and create – poetry, stories, novels, designs, logos and ambigrams.
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Dec 2019. Huddled around a campfire to ward off a cold night on the banks of the Dawki river, I tilted my head back in laughter and spotted a shooting star whiz past a black, frozen sky. Serendipity. I held my head still in disbelief, watching it’s tail disappear in an instant, wondering what the
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Between dusk and dawn,all things come, live and die – butthe new moon rises.
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In the molten heat of the afternoon rhyme I walk in the shade of the universe.Swept up in the fierce flow of time, I rest to ponder another verse:I wonder what is the age of this light? What light was like before the Sun?What color is the moon on a moonless night? How far a thing’s shadow
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January Glimpses of sunlight Amidst a cold month of nights – Sun too waits for June.
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Every year when it rains it pours, and Every year we wonder if we’ve ever Seen rains like these before. Every year we ask what’s causing this luxurious Spell of rain, if the rivers are flooding, if the parched earth is drinking, if the dams are overflowing With this bounty. Every year we hope that
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I’d frequent the stone-hewn temples of old and listen to all they’d say. They’d point to a God of stone in His hall, to Him they’d ask me to pray. In time I learnt to carry the peace beyond the temple doors. Outside the sky was burnt and blue and birds were out in force!
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There are two sentient beings working on my single life – the universe, and i. Sometimes she has a say, sometimes i do. Together, we live, survive, thrive. In the long run, there’s nothing really to be concerned about. Either it is all planned or it is all a game. Either we are all immortal
Rohit Nalluri 