Leprechaun

The day started with little laze,

wondering if it’s the same roof under

which I started giggling.

 

I was lost in something gazing at the trees

visible through my window.

 

What it was ? Was it a myth?

I could not stop gazing at the little creatures

chirping loudly, fighting with each other.

 

Lost in thinking about this old wicked Leprechaun,

who often came in my dreams

in a modern stereotypical depiction.

 

In an era of moderation, I liked his appearance

quite chic to disturb my sleep.

 

My sleep wanting his presence,

to be lost again in his mischievous attempts.

 

The gaze is not yet over, leprechaun became

an imaginary character of my insomnia!!


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The earth and The moon

The earth and The moon

Witness the urge of mine

Not a subordinate

But a co-ordinate of wine.

 

The earth and The moon

Watching the sins of mine

Not as a punishment

But as a fine lesson.

 

The earth and The moon

Lead to separation of thine

Not as a destiny

But as a reality.

 

The earth and The moon

The celestial bodies

Tend to be far off

Yet quoted

In the diaries

Of mine.

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The place

screen shot 2019-01-20 at 12.58.00 pmThe place falls

The place calls

The place reminiscing

The ones with horns

The ones with holes

In the journey

Of the time.

 

The place sucks

The place chucks

The place twinning

With the ray of hopes

In the lost memories

Of the unheard notes.

 

The place witnessing

The place kissing

The lips of the time

In a corner

To plead once again

From the fallen ones.

 

The place refused

Its presence

In misty memories

Hiking across the moors

It’s time

for a rendezvous

By a hike

In a new place.

 

Yes, it’s time!

 

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L’absurdité

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Laisse moi tranquille

dans les bras

de votre silence,

dans les mots

qui me touchent

profondément.

 

Laisse moi tranquille

dans les rêves

que vous restent

le même,

que la lune

se moque de moi.

 

Laisse moi tranquille

dans les mensonges

que le temps ne

change jamais

mais, c’est moi

qui a changé.

 

Laisse moi tranquille

dans l’absurdité!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar

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