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!

Rapid fire round!

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He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up in the sky.”

 

She insisted on the fact

“ why to play this game?

when the glory is all set

to open the wings

of purity and divinity!”

 

Rapid is just merely

An intention of the mind

To start a game of requirement

The idea was to build

A trust of corner

In the beam of light.

 

Is it possible

Not to apply the conditions

Of the round

When the rapid

Was not your intention……!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Rapid


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Loss and Profit

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What is Loss?

If the loss is

changeable

according to

situations!

The loss is

To be bankrupt

To be jobless

To be guilty

To be forgotten

Or the loss is losing

Your loved ones

In the fight of

Life and death.

 

What is Profit?

Wining a lottery

Lakhs in account

To be beautiful

Luxuries around.

Or the profit is

Having the dear

Ones around

Giving affection

And strength.

 

Loss and Profit

Depend on each other

To compliment the equation

For a luminescent outcome

In the reality of life

To give the luminescent

Mixture in the limelight.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Luminescent

Luminescent


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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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Hiding behind the chaos!

 

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Hiding behind the chaos

To create a pattern

Of the life 

What is pleasure

In the limelight

If the freedom 

Is not right?

 

Hiding behind the chaos

To portray the new being

Fresh and new

Attracting the bees 

With honey 

To forget the misdeeds

Done with fruitful hands

It was just a pleasure

Of the life.

 

Hiding behind the chaos

To respire the freshness

Of the green world

What if I am toxic

From inside

Still having the designation

In the intellectual world

Halfwits in the background

To trip over the stones 

Created to justify 

The reasons!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


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In the dreams

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In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Stunning and sympathetic

Tendering his resignation

Of the wedding bells

In the light of darkness

Of the first sight.

 

In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Dusky and charismatic

Doting on her

Till the last breath of the spring

In the presence of sunshine

Of the first rendezvous.

 

Sad is the time

When she could not

Recognise this faceless being

The years of attention

Fail to carve his figure

Even on the sand of time

O! my stranger…….

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Faceless

Faceless


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First meeting!

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I was in a foreign land

In a bloomy weather

Without expectations

In a causal state.

“You are cute”,

Was the remark

To score the marks

Of the day.

The innocence was foreign

To the dark side

Hidden in the corner

Of his mind.

The lofty ideals

Were also foreign

To the pretended deals

Of the first time.

Then he said,

“It’s always the first time

So the foreigns things 

Will soon be aware

Of our familiarity!”

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Foreign

Foreign


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The ring!!

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In the eyes

Where I have no fear

As I have my dear

No need for the dyes

As the colours are reflecting

The glow of my cheeks.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a pipe dream

As the nightmares scream

In the backyard of my sleep

No need to weep

For the talisman.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a shadow

Of the things being in overshadow

Why I fumble with the ring

Was once a talisman

Of the spring.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a strong 

Feeling of the wrong

Things which never done

So be bold in the throng

With your talisman of present,

The ring!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Talisman

Talisman


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The invisible emotions!

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The emotions were visible on her face,

when she gazed at him.

 

The surrounding was numbed in the beats of drum,

her love was not invisible in the action of heat.

 

The peace had taken the place of the wolf,

like the fighting spirit in the game of golf.

 

Yet, she was ignorant of the silly things,

loving the entities was the only inkling.

 

When she became invisible in his visible eyes,

it was the lust of life that led to the goodbyes

 

to the loving commitment. The blindness covered the path

with her blurred vision, playing a round of a death

 

with the deadly sins. Don’t be invisible, feel her heartbeat

in the beats of his brain.

 

Some colours never fade in the memory of life, it’s only the

feelings keep changing in the space of time.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Invisible

Invisible


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In the blush blush !!

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With a flush flush way

Starting to mingle

His love is more single.

 

In the blush blush day

With a flush flush way

She is hesitant

To know his hints.

 

In the blush blush night

With a flush flush way

He is loving

To know her madness.

 

In the blush blush stars

With a flush flush way

Wanting to sparkle

In the shine of wine.

 

In the blush blush moon

With a flush flush way

Blooming to capture

His aura in the shine.

 

Her blush blush face

With his blush blush eyes

Twining in the moonshine

To follow the moonlight.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Blush

Blush


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