Poetry to Micropoetry

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Poetry to Micropoetry

“my veins are still

flooded with light

to purify the blood

to pump the words

to flow in a rhythm

to dance with the functioning

of my body

so that the content

should fall in place

giving life to the verses

of my spine.”

 

O! my Micro poetry

you have the essence

of the contemporary

society.

But the ink is fighting

to decide the genre

in a decade 

as the literary world 

denies your existence 

in the world of expression

thinking it’s too micro 

to rejuvenate the rhythm

of the pages of life.

 

Nevertheless, every form of art 

is idiosyncratic in its own

why to collate each other

why not to lionise and fete 

your arrival as the bride 

of the handsome groom

on the red carpet!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Micro

Micro


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Inefficient

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Inefficient is the mind

When it’s loaded

With a sonnet of crime

A crime of love!

 

Teach my heart

Not to love

But to be lost

In the oceans

Of the crime.

 

The Shakespearean

Sonnet, gives me

The reasons

To fall for this crime.

 

Teach my ink

To write

“thou art”

not

“you are.”

 

Efficient is the mind

When the sonnet of crime

Becomes the expression

Of literature.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Inefficient

Inefficient


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Candid: The candid art!!

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The Parisian art, streets of Paris

 



I am candid enough

to rough the mind

to roll your eyes

to commence with smile.

 

The candid shot

taken with attention

why to be timorous!

in front of you.

 

My candid body 

has the nostalgic allure

in the streets of Paris

yet, I recall my juvenile.

 

My candid aura

has the enlightenment

to preserve the artistic form

yet, I am vexed. 



via Daily Prompt: Candid

Candid

 

Bhavya Prabhakar