Be my love!

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Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

 

Take me into your soul

Inhale me inside

Love me as much as you can

Show the world, that I exist

In your own style.

 

Take me into your memory

To create the snapshots

To play with the words

Show the world, that I exist

Through your voice.

 

It’s me, your own poetry

Love and live with me

In the manuscripts

Give me any form but

Show the world, that I exist

Through you and only you.

 

Love me as much as you can,

I am your poetry!!!!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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Take a break

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Pack your bags

Take a flight

To the dreams

Of wine.

 

Feel that wooziness

Creating much craziness

Was it a passion

Or a desire?

 

Break the rules

Not the laws

Love the people

Not the pretentious.

 

Take a break

From the love

From the hatred

From the schedule

To bump into the reality.

 

Leave the ones

Who ignore you

For the wealth of time

Hold on to those

Who want your time

In the craving of yours.

 

Take a break

From the pretentious

From the disappeared ones

Who appeared and disappeared

In the game of love.

 

Tell the world

To take a break

Not from your dear ones

But for the inner you

To soothe the senses

With the reflection of the tenses!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Disappear



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Maturity

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Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

 

Is maturity ignorance

Is maturity leading to bluntness

Is maturity being self oriented

Or is it necessary to accept the self

Along with the others?

 

The Sun can be dangerous too

Causing premature ageing

The maturity can be dreadful too

Resulting into premature decisions.

 

Why to play with words

Whether you are happy with

Your maturity or not?

Is the question

Of the hour!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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MY PHONE

 

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It’s ringing

again and again

to coordinate

with the time.

 

The cords

have connected

the right connection

after a while.

 

Its thin body

has flexible touch

often takes me

into the long

conversations.

 

What if, this

thin and tiny

tool escapes

from my life!

 

I would want

to have a taste

of golden era

with lots of

pride.

 

I admired and envied

this thin object

which can access

my experiences

with the names

on it.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Thin



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HE AND I

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He said, “You have tantrums.”

I said, “ I have mood swings

to balance the equation

to turn on the situation.”

 

He said, “You are insane.”

I said, “I use my mind”

to react abnormally

to act abruptly.”

 

He said, “You are beautiful.”

I said, “I didn’t take a shower, today

to turn on your nerves

to meander along the world.”

 

I said, “You are womaniser.”

He said, “Cake is more delicious

With a blend of cream on it

to fulfil the desires

to arrange the order.”

 

He said again, “ You have tantrums.”

I just smiled and cocooned myself

In a fluffy attire

To erase his words

From the conscious mind!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


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Are you rebellious enough

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Are you rebellious enough?

To shake the world

To hang till death

To rub off the ribs

If it’s about your sister.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To remove the clichés

To provoke the world

To evoke a sense of respect

If it’s about your mother.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To protest against defaulters

To investigate the law

To prove that men can be innocent

If it’s about your brother.

 

The rebels shouldn’t be biased

Of the gender, caste or creed

End this myth

With a new beginning!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Rebel


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Stop and Stare

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Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

when you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

Stop and stare

At the water

Is it as blue as

When you first dipped

Your hands into the colour?

 

The water filled with despair

Singing the old song

Waving in the rhythm

To show the denial

Of the discolouration.

 

Stop and stare

At the eccentric world

Are they as epic as

The centric ones.

 

Running from the limelight

To cool down

The guilt inside

Craving to be candid

With the leisures of life!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Personal photo taken by me in Mumbai, staring and imagning the world around!