Struggle

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My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

 

My thoughts agree

With the struggle

I revere the most

My pages are strewn

Around haphazardly

To show unity

In the process

Creating the signature marks.

 

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

With the struggle

Feeling the goosebumps

When the nib

touched My hands

In the hope

Of the love.

 

The struggle

To evoke the philosophy

To create fusion

To dwell on the pages

With the same intensity

When I think of you.

 

I revere the most

the struggle, my pen goes through!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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Collision

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When we collide,

made a universe

of our own,

embodied with

the ideals

Of the lovers unknown.

 

Let’s collide

to reach the explosion

of the emotions

in front of the sun,

an eyewitness

to the collision

to be made

with the intensity

we have

for the day

to meet at night.

 

Don’t be afraid

an arbitrary decision

we made,

to be deeply

absorbed in

each other

until the dawn,

to witness the

arrival of the

new day

new sunlight.

 

When we collided,

we made a universe

of our own

you and me

and the heavenly

bodies,

were contented

to welcome

the new explosion.

 

Yes, we collided!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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PURITY

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 He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silent

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine

He coloured himself red, to see if

He feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

 

Felt so lost

to find this purity

was once there in her eyes,

he travelled to mountains, to see if the

he could find that colour

of purity in his own eyes.

 

Purity is playing games

or the game is to be pious

craving to fly to the moon

with her profound purity

still so lost,

to find that sparkle

in the blinking eyes.

 

He pulled his hairs, to see if

the hairs fall like he falls

to find the colour

the colour denied its presence

in front of purity.

 

“No colour can define me (Purity)

I am having colours of my own

keep changing

according to the beliefs 

of the unknown.”

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Retrospectively

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Retrospectively, I can sense

my failures

were never meant

to be successful

in the journey of life,

up and down

I was drowning

into the flood of war.

 

Retrospectively, I can understand

my weaknesses

were never too bold

to take the stand

against the dark

side of yours,

as you were peeling my skin

to show your audacity.

 

Retrospectively, I can see

why I went wrong

to dive into the new waves

so high and natural

to touch the deepest

emotions with calmness

to be craziest of all time.

 

Retrospectively, I can say

I was never like this

insane and wired

so much to explore

through the layers

of insanity and weirdness

still, contented and composed.

 

Even if, I am lost

I love this new dive

Taking me back

To the clusters of shine!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Retrospective



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HEAT

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The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

 

The craving for water

To dive into the coldness

The hands are cold and wet

Giving the pleasure of ice

In the heat of the moment.

 

The pressure is on the heels

To stop jumping

To restore some energy

In this heat of the sun

Bright and golden

Glowing like a sunflower.

 

Eyes dare not open

In the shiny effect

The glasses kept me close

Waiting for the dark

To come and take

Me away from this heat

For a while.

 

Yet, I love this glow every morning

The heat of Sun!!

 

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Trust

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Having layers so thin

Attached to the strings

Important and must

To carry forward

The loyalty in you.

 

Is it difficult or easy

To take the burden

Is it inbuilt or

We have to build the talent

To satisfy the norms!

 

Can we trust ourselves

To trust the people

Or we have to trust people

To rely on others?

 

The word, trust, can

Either make the bonding

Or break the bond

Submerged in the identity

Of yours.

 

Why we question people

If we have trust

And if we have trust

Why we reply to the questions.

 

The Trust, comes with flavours

With the bubbles of wisdom

Expectations come naturally

to connect together.

 

So, is it hard to trust people

Or oneself!!

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Archaic beliefs!

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Walking alone

or with someone

giggling alone

or with someone

shining alone

or with someone.

We are all alone

in ourselves,

yet having so

many auras inside

in that alone time.

Surrounded by many

at times,

yet empty inside.

Proving others to be

right, yet guilty

inside.

Have to play

your own game,

either with

honesty or

lust,

you have

to pass the ball.

 

The terms may

be archaic for you

but change the

archaic beliefs

inside,

before changing them

outside!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Archaic



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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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