I am away from glory
To catch hold of lory
Flying high in the story
I am away from glory
Travelling in the lorry
In the love of Morry!
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Lory- A small parrot of Australia and Indonesia
Sometimes you just want to pen down something light and lyrical which one may enjoy, reading through the tunes of words.
I am so excited to share that my poem “
Time” is published in Pendemic Journal, which depicts well the current situation of Coronavirus Pandemic. At the same time I am so happy to share the space with the poem written and read by the President of Ireland “Take care “
Pendemic Journal is not a literary magazine. They are a group of writers that met at the
John Hewitt International Summer School in Armagh in July 2019. They have created this site to publish new writing in response to Coronavirus disease (COVID-19). I am extremely thankful to the editors for publishing my work and making it part of the Journal.
Read my full poem
I randomly write
the inner peace,
twisted with roasted pieces
of unheard emotions.
I randomly craft
the beautiful nature,
mingled with the lines
Continue reading “Randomly”
I am happy to share that my poem ‘Armpit’ is featured in Indian Periodical. I am so thankful to the entire team for considering and publishing my work.
This piece of work reveals the hypocrisy of our society. One should take pride in one’s body and soul. Be happy with what you have.
Underneath the armpit
this single strand of axillary hair
gives major goals
to the body and soul,
the self is highly
subjective in the meantime.
Have a great day!
“Fear has its chances of winning
during the lockdown; to embrace the
reality spreading in the air,
defeating the number is required
to overcome this stubborn fear.”
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This can be paraphrased as- “Fear has its chances of winning during the lockdown; to overcome this stubborn fear, it is required to defeat the number and to embrace the reality being spread all over.”
I am delighted to share that my poem” HIS ROOM” is published in Indian Periodical. I am really thankful to the entire team of Indian Periodical to make me a part of their community.
Indian Periodical is an independent magazine, featuring talented poets, writers, photographers and cartoonists from around the world.
I was still in his room
Waiting and grinning
All day to make a foam
Of love which is blushing
Like the blushing blossoms. Continue reading “My poem” HIS ROOM” published by Indian Periodical”
Lock me down at the seashore ; carry me to the caves of destiny. Lock me down in the darkness of the wild, to sink into the gloomy shades of mine. Lock me down on the mountains, to catch hold of the heights unknown. Lock me down in the ocean, to create the history of motion. Lock me down in the dilemma of life, to argue with the hopes of life. Lock me down in the room, to disagree and to agree with the first draft of mine. Lock me down in the memories of thine, to comprehend the existing version of mine. Lock me down between the lines, to be searched with a desire known, understood only by some!!! ©️bhavya