The wrinkles of her bed sheet,

matching the wrinkles of her thoughts.


The bloomy wrinkles had shown the urge,

wanting to spread more and more with comfort.


He smoothed out the wrinkles from his shirt,

but ignored the moment of love.


The bed sheet witnessed either the action of trust

or the worry of thrust.


She firmly denied all the reflections of the thoughts,

the wrinkles were part of her disturbed sleep.


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via Daily Prompt: Wrinkle



Grasp the hand!

Screen Shot 2018-03-14 at 1.15.00 am.pngGrasp the power

Grasp the energy

Grasp the will

In the scrutiny

Of time.


I am here

You are here

Why to fear

To grasp

Each other’s

Hand fiercely.


Time is moving

Along with your fear

Like a moving river

Why to wait

To walk on a path

Through the meadow

To touch your shadow

In a flowing river.


The shadow appeals

To grasp and kiss

Gently the urge

Of Moon in the water

But, why to fear

To grasp

My hands with

Pride and honour……………..


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via Daily Prompt: Grasp



The dog!

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His captivating smile

Gives goose bumps 

To initiate the juvenile



His captivating attitude

Is irritating only if

The attention is kept

At the corner of feelings.


His captivating voice

Is ready to seduce 

The one of his choice

To cajole into throwing

The right ball.


His captivating loyalty

Induce the mind

To feel the compliments

To believe the destination 

Of love.

The dog…………

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via Daily Prompt: Captivating


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Happy Birthday!!

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The stars witness

Your brightness

Your charisma

With a melisma.

The stars celebrate

Your birthdate

Your arrival

At a life festival.

The stars light up

Your day and night

With a cake of choice

On the occasion of rejoice.


Suddenly, I realised

To wish Many Many

Happy returns of the



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via Daily Prompt: Suddenly




Your messy hair!!!

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When he said,

“I love your messy hair”

locked in an intense affair

keeping the charm alive

trembling with excitement

wanted to squeeze my hand



When he said,

“I love your messy room”

blocked with a dirty broom

unable to locate things

provoking him to vibe my dust

on the floor of the room



When he said,

“I love your messy attitude”

tangled and twisted in latitude

is the melting point of ice

burning to hold on me

in the web of his motive



And then he said again

I love your messy hair

uplifting my zest again

to grab me in a tight

attempt of a day…!!!!!!


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via Daily Prompt: Messy



Colourful day!!!


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The Sun kissed gently, her wet

neck, dipped in colours of happiness.


Essence is colourful life

Everything else is momentary.


When the colours itself want to touch you,

don’t be afraid, but run from the filled


balloons aiming to hit you hard. Set yourself

free in the holy attempt of colours and brightness.


The world is holy if the soul is holy, let’s colour

the world with a tinge of joy and peace.


Burn the worries with the flame of fire, don’t sit

and mourn in agony, feel the images of wonderland


coming to the realistic world. Put water on

your body to remove the dark shades but


paint the soul with pious colours in the form of

reward given by the almighty of ours.!!


Bhavya Prabhakar


A very Happy and colourful Holi from Delhi, India to the blogging family and all the admirers for giving so much love and affection. May your lives will be filled with auspicious colours of love and happiness.

Lots of love Bhavya.


The sky!!


The wide sky

with shining blue 

far from the earth

having astral bodies

is a dream or reality?

The shy sky

with running clouds

when the windows are misty

with moisture of the season

The innocent sky

with some astral influences

calling the bodies 

to unite in peace.

The red sky

is all set 

to greet the summers

with viridescent leaves

to blossom with the

arrival of dove

Finally, she sensed the

astral experiences

while walking down 

the street of haven

is it a fairytale!

Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Astral

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The Rain!!!

“The rain once said to the ground, it’s my time to showcase the strength, don’t be gloomy rather be heroic to accept me”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Bhavya Prabhakar                                                              

The sky is blue

and the clouds are dense

the rains have no clue

to fall

or to stay inside

until the ground is ready

to embrace like his muse

with love and tender.


The ground agonises about

his identity and appearance

assaying to gather

his importance

in the nature

but the rain explains

that our integration has

power to create

the wonders

in the horizon.


Let’s be tranquil

in each other’s presence

don’t despise me for

my beauty

let’s assay to unite

on the day of my arrival

Be my chevalier

to be lost

in the glory!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Assay



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



His bewildered complexity!!!!!

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Those rolling days of sunshine and cold

in the streets of haven far from the known

holding you tight in the aura of mine

making me out of sight in the blindness of time

The mornings used to commence with “café au lait”

with some honey croissants as the revival of day

the hugs are never bothered of the bathing

as the souls are already dipped in water

He mentioned his plans to spend life

in an ordinary tone with some red wine

in a muddy castle with a view of sky 

as chasing was not his skill, he added

but I kept questioning his fidelity

as normal act of togetherness 

The planned vacation thrilled me at height

as he was the man of the contemporary world 

until his bewildered complexity came one night.


He changed his outlook into a fake look

ignoring the facts of truth in a sudden attack

the dark clouds were visible in his husky voice

grinning was stopped in the melodrama 

his bewildered decision had a strong intention

to end the story with an abusive expression

It was autumn as the leaves of love were falling

on his footsteps and he crushed one after another brutally 

the roses were not red anymore in the game of betrayal

the redness was more prominent in the her sparkling eyes

as his bewildered escape was in his mind!!!!!



His bewildered escape was in his mind!!!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Bewildered

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