The City of Lights | Bhavya Prabhakar

The hangings have bellied out with the winds Trying to be mischievous in this weather, The nights have become longer and darker In the wait of dawn, …

The City of Lights | Bhavya Prabhakar

Hi all,

Please share and like my poem for a poetry competition. Thank you

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Poetry published in the Free Verse Revolution ‘The Mirror’: Theme Reflection

I am delighted to see my poem ‘ The Mirror’ published on the Free Verse Revolution. I am extremely thankful to the EIC Kristiana Reed for considering and accepting my work. It gives me immense pleasure and pride to share space with such talented writers.

You can read my full poem here.

I was wearing red robe 

Like a model of Yves Saint Laurent, 

The fragrance was uniformed and desperate

With a touch of satisfying beauty,

My hands were freezing at zero degree

At that time,

happy reading

Bhavya Prabhakar

Poetry Published in Indian Periodical ” O My Love”

I am happy to share that my poem ” O My love” is published in Indian Periodical. I am really thankful to the entire team for supporting my work.

It’s an attempt to celebrate love through the curiosity of words. This piece of work is inspired by W.B. Yeats’ poem, “A Drinking Song” where wine is witnessing the love for beloved in a subtle and charismatic way.

“Wine comes in at the mouth

And love comes in at the eye;

That’s all we shall know the truth

Before we grow old and die.

I lift the glass to my mouth,

I look at you, and I sigh.”

-W.B.Yeats

You can read my poem here http://indianperiodical.com/2020/09/o-my-love/

Have a great day!

Bhavya

To Self

 

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“Building a hemisphere of life

can cause an injury to the left or the right hemisphere

in the situations unrealistic, perverted by time;

urging for something to happen

in the sphere of interest

can be subjected to desires unknown

turning into desperation firmly;

hemisphere of life has despised itself, peculiarly

for the conspiracy to destroy the self”


A note to self: having a desire is natural but desperation

can lead to mental imbalance.

©bhavya

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Poetry published at Spillwords, New York based Press.

I am so thrilled to share that my poem “Diaspora” has been published in Spillwords, a New York based Press.  I am really thankful to the editor –in- chief, Dagmara, and the entire team for accepting and supporting my work. Diaspora has its roots in African literature, how the Blacks get portrayed in the novels written by African writers. It shows the tangled relationship of the Blacks with other communities. This piece of work was written after the incident of George Floyd.

You can read my poem here which touches a dominant social issue. Click the link to read and do rate my poem.

Have a great day!

Bhavya Prabhakar

MICROPOETRY

 

I am away from glory

To catch hold of lory

Flying high in the story

I am away from glory

Travelling in the lorry

In the love of Morry!

 

©bhavya

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Lory- A small parrot of Australia and Indonesia

Sometimes you just want to pen down something light and lyrical which one may enjoy, reading through the tunes of words.

 

Poetry published in the Pendemic Journal, Ireland: Time

I am so excited to share that my poem “ Time” is published in Pendemic Journal, which depicts well the current situation of Coronavirus Pandemic. At the same time I am so happy to share the space with the poem written and read by the President of Ireland “Take care

Pendemic Journal is not a literary magazine. They are a group of writers that met at the John Hewitt International Summer School in Armagh in July 2019. They have created this site to publish new writing in response to Coronavirus disease (COVID-19). I am extremely thankful to the editors for publishing my work and making it part of the Journal.

Read my full poem here


happy blogging

Bhavya

Poetry published in Indian Periodical- ‘Armpit’

I am happy to share that my poem ‘Armpit’ is featured in Indian Periodical. I am so  thankful to the entire team for considering and publishing my work.

This piece of work reveals the hypocrisy of our society. One should take pride in one’s body and soul.  Be happy with what you have.

Armpit!

Underneath the armpit
this single strand of axillary hair
gives major goals
to the body and soul,
the self is highly
subjective in the meantime.
Read my full poem here

©bhavya
Have a great day!

Fear!

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“Fear has its chances of winning

during the lockdown; to embrace the

reality spreading in the air,

defeating the number is required

to overcome this stubborn fear.”

 

©bhavya

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This can be paraphrased as- “Fear has its chances of winning during the lockdown; to overcome this stubborn fear, it is required to defeat the number and to embrace the reality being spread all over.”