If I had known!

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If I had known that he had some plans up his sleeve, I would have surrendered long back with the storms inside.

 

If I had known, the storms had calmed long back to settle the words inside, knocking to burst out.

 

If I had known, the barriers kept would be the open gates to receive the warm welcome, blushing all the day with the charm.

 

If I had known that he had some tricks up his sleeve, I would have been a white pigeon with closed eyes, cooing all night to have a relaxed tomorrow.

 

But the present said,“ your blind eyes turned to be the milestone of future, giving the treasures along with the pleasures of the life.”

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Sleeve


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Met a cur!

Peeping through the window

To look at the shadow

Which is never a cur.

 

The shadow symbolises honesty

Never leaves you in light

To become a part of that bright.

 

The throng is busy

Updating the status of life

Whereas the shadow is calm

To observe the birds happily fighting

Over food and shelter.

 

But they are not pretending at all

Like I met an attractive cur

Dazzled by the hidden lust

Layering the butter around

To fatten the belly

With the unspoken mean words.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Cur


 

Elaborate!!

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Elaborate to the world

That you have wings to fly

That you have dreams to fulfil

That you have plans to implement.

 

Why to elaborate then

When the things are unpredictable

But this human whim

Yearning all the time to fly

When the will is high.

 

If he could have

Stopped and elaborated more

With much concern and love

But, I was knocking

At the wrong door

As good things come

Little later to surprise

The symphony of life.

 

He elaborated much

But, I failed to comprehend

His indications to end

The walk on same path

with hidden excuses.

 

Happy is the day

Because I failed

I have won the heart

Of the present time

Ready to read

This new chapter of my book.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Elaborate


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The game!!!!

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Let’s start the game

with an appellation

you nominate

having crossed fingers

that it’s not me

again.

 

You are so rebellious

with the deceit

in your eyes

losing is the only 

recourse

I realize.

 

Don’t sympathise

as it’s just a remedy

The manifestation of 

my bravery.

 

A player never 

advertises sympathy

so don’t surprise the

the dignity 

of recreation.

 

Don’t sympathise

when I compromise

in every situation

crossing the formidable

hurdles of a champion.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Sympathize

Sympathize


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The future!!! : Puzzled

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The time

then and there

with a tick-tock

in my mind

having suspicions 

to arrange a format

to rewind.

As he was puzzled

with the perplexed 

attitude of mine

yet we were

thrilled to bits

having a definite

beauty of life

thereafter.

 

The clock is ticking 

for the peaceful

prearrangement

of future

But he was puzzling

over the uncertainty

of mine

Lacking behind

the spirit and courage

of thine.

 

She pondered

the question of what

will be the agenda

again and again

But he was still

puzzled with

his silly grin

and calling 

this a formula.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Puzzled

Puzzled


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The dead end!!!!: Profuse

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The paths are tangled

With her messed up hair

The quarrels are sweetened

With his bogus statement.

 

Is this a dead end

Where we have arrived

But the expression is 

Thanking profusely

To hold on the gratitude

So tight.

 

Is this a dead end

Which dawned bright and crisp

Nobody was accused of 

Being a malfeasance

By the authority 

Of law.

 

The profuse intuitions 

Carrying different inclinations

As every path has a dead end

With a twisted scheme

Let’s take a one-eighty degree turn

To arrive at a destination.

 

Is this a dead end or a continuation!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Profuse

Profuse


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Much faded!!!: Conveyor

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Slowly and gradually

The memories are so confused

Not bothering the intention

With the passage of time.

 

It’s time to say

Adieu to the faded world

In order to have a vow

But a conveyor of remembrance

Keeps invoking a collection

Of bygones.

 

Let’s celebrate the irony

Of time here, there and everywhere

As fading is much intended

In the current interval of time

The colours are more prominent

With the occurrence of time

When the conveyor is taking

Us to the flight of pride.

 

Still fading is much intended.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Conveyor

Conveyor


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An unknown tincture!!!!: Cavity

Screen Shot 2018-01-30 at 8.57.41 pm.pngYou are not static

I am not static

the world is not static

but this unknown tincture

taking me to a heavenly ride

full of chaos

where a cavity is 

awaiting to be filled

with your presence

Don’t stare at 

the infinity of space

but think of

the infinity of ours

Feel the aura within 

your existence

giving the clarity

to be mine

But the cavity is still

hidden.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Cavity

Cavity


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She peeped through the window!!!: Inkling

Screen Shot 2018-01-28 at 11.21.23 pmWhen she peeped 

Through the window

In a rainy day

Sipping a coffee.

 

She had an inkling

That the rough sides 

Are often vital

For a new mouvement.

 

It’s the arrival of new moon

With the shadows of peace

Knocking at her doorstep soon

with the zeal for contact.

 

Her sudden inkling

Had an outrageous effect

In a dangerous way

Introspecting her own reasons.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Inkling

Inkling


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The mighty God!!!: Inscrutable

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Sometimes kindness

Comes unsolicited

Sometimes gentleness

Comes unintentionally.

 

The ways of God

Are inscrutable

Like the ways of karma

Then why to mingle

It’s oddity.

 

Oh my deity!

You are the messenger

Of our delightful tales

Arousing the credence

Yet inscrutable.

 

My mighty Almighty

A cluster of flowers

Having the aroma

Tantalised by your aura

Yet inscrutable.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Inscrutable

Inscrutable


 

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