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and for what

The questions

keep suffocating

her inside


she should

compromise when

the Sun has liberty

the Moon has its light

the stars have their

own shine

why can’t she shine

the way she aspires to??


The compromise

told her

I am a choice

or may be a solution

but not a duty

to opt for

so the ball

is yours

to decide on

but if the dignity

is jealous

don’t compromise

to entertain

the throng

of your pleasures.


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Compromise



He called her a Rube!!!!

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An overcrowded world, is on cloud nine

People are so agitated in a stupid scrimmage

To run and breathe for survival

The haze has covered, the surrounding

She is trying to look at him, in a haze of smoke

The blurred vision carves his figure on a wood

To sense and touch the scented body

To attain the lost connection

To cease the time of separation

But he called her a rube!!!!!


Calling her a rube, was an intent

The urge was to deny, the authority

To carry on the battle

With his impeccable locution

To state that the country is full of rubes

To insist on the importance of education

To disregard her amicable remarks

To concoct an imaginary plot

While his eyelids were drooping, to sleep

In the illusion of freedom.


But he is still calling her a rube!!!!!


(c)Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Rube



A feeling of Love!!!

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L’amour est la poésie des sens.

“Love is the poetry of the senses.”


A feeling unknown

In a sudden known

With the goose-bumps

In a way.


Why love destroys

Or the people, who do it

To blame the feeling

To make it challenging

To replicate the emotions

With slow breaths.


Love is the poetry of words

Crossing the bridge

With the calming sounds of water

In a rhyming song of arousal

With some puzzled tones

In which each sense

Twirls in delight

To show off the moods

To surrender.


Let’s love this feeling

To pass on as a symbol

To rejuvenate the generations

To incarnate the changing

Expressions of the fella

Don’t fix just one day!!


Let’s honour this feeling

Each day with more amusement….


Bhavya Prabhakar



At the University!!!

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Are you primed

To pass on the another text

Are you primed

To recall the theory.


The lecture begins with a fuss

Asking the explanations

From the young puss

To correlate the past

And the present.


The professor was lecturing

For an hour

On the contemporary writers

Of African literature

The niggers and the quest

Of identity.


While the university is composed

Of mixed surroundings

White and black

Together under one roof

Still having an impression

To be lost in the background.


What’s the purpose

Of the lecture

To deal with the identities

And the appearances !!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Lecture

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/lecture/”>Lecture</a&gt;


His words have mnemonic effect!!!


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His words have mnemonic effect

muttering under her breath

ogling was postponed

each time she gazed

at the arrival of clock

His words have mnemonic effect

romanticising the past

reminiscing her ardour

for hours and hours

sending the notes of kiss

in a nervy act

of a tearful reunion

in Réunion Island

to gather the blessings

with a grimace

and to collect as a dream

to come true.

Oh this mnemonic effect!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Mnemonic

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mnemonic/”>Mnemonic</a&gt;


Poetry to the Poet!!!

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Poetry to the Poet

The words are screwed

Between the layers

Of your expressions.


Sometimes it’s super exaggerated

In the comas of your phrases

With the help

Of the poignant impressions

Of your love triangle.


The Poet, in his reluctant tone

Argued with his mind

Why to draft the simplified

Versions of art

With a view to being

A paragon one day.


The poetry was despondent

As she was accused

Of being an inarticulate cry

But the Poet promised

To simplify the intrigue

With her consent only!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Simplify

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/simplify/”>Simplify</a&gt;


The green grasshopper!!!

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The green grasshopper

Buzzing and stridulating

On the green herbs

In love with her virginity

Sucking the blood of purity

In the deception of lust

But the leaves remain pious

In an attempt to seduce

The one who is not amphibious

But a vegetarian to induce

A filthy feeling of trust

He is calling it leisure

While the leaves called it literature

With an accusation of plagiarism….!!!!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar




The Albatross/ L’albatros

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Yesterday was the day

When I had a

Surreal nightmare

Of the seashore

This bird, with her

Large and wide

Wings calling

The sea to sing

In a rhythm

Of a marine painters

Doting the portrayal.


Her bill has extreme

Power of survival

The flight is picking up

The preys with a knot

Knotting around the throat.


The nightmare had a

Tremendous effect

On the dreams of daylight

The Albatross, was around my

Bed for the revival of the

Current époque/ era

Of discrimination.


Don’t hunt the preys

Without the consent

Of the nature

As the Albatross is

Riding in a colder

Zone to search the



The Albatross screamed

Louder and louder

With an aim to seek

Attention of his appalling



But the nature was still in action

As the judgement was biased by attention!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

Photo credit google.com

Blink: An ode to Mona Lisa and her Creator!!

Photo taken on 29 August 2015, The Chateau du Clos-Lucé, Parc Léonardo da Vinci, Amboise. The Official residence of Vinci where he died.


via Daily Prompt: Blink


Blink Blink Blink!!

The creation to his Creator

You have given me soul, my lord

With an identity

Becoming the entity.


Why I don’t wink and blink! my lord

While the spectators keep blinking

With astonishment in the eyes

You made me vivacious

With the bloom of yours.


Yet, I don’t blink and wink, my lord

You are gone, my lamented Vinci

Giving me your fervency

The doubts are transpiring

In the intervening period of time.


Yet, I don’t blink and wink!

I remain in tranquillity

With your commitment

The perspicacity of remarks

Don’t agitate me, My Vinci.

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The majestic grandeur

Creation’s of yours,” Mona Lisa”

Pay homage to the Creator.

The suspicions on my existence

Will be like ice on fire

Yet, I don’t blink and wink!


Bhavya Prabhakar