Ponder and Wonder!

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Ponder and wonder

At the ecstasy of life

If his touch has the

Same rhythmic sound.


Ponder and wonder

At the jealousy of time

If his desire has the

Same fire.


Ponder and wonder

At the prosperity of life

If his revelation has the

Same grief.


Ponder and wonder

At the arousal of sentiments

If his voice has the

Same humming tone.


Ponder and wonder

If the time can be rewound

To command his mind

To fill the gap

With a time machine!


Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Wonder



Starting a day!

Screen Shot 2018-03-08 at 9.27.45 pm.pngStarting a day

in a nutshell

 I could not compromise

with the uncompromising

affairs of life.

Starting a day

in a blindfold

I could not memorise

the arrival of sunshine

on my staircase.

Starting a day

in my own shell

with an uncompromising stand

against the new barriers

of life.

Starting a day

with a warrior pose

to regain the lost strength

before the household chores.

Starting a day

in an uncompromising emotion

to balance the excursion

of the year.

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Uncompromising



The Tree!

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The nature is in harmony imagining the symphony band,

the leaves are dancing to the tunes of love.


The tree is bold and young, admiring his branches

from top to bottom, the love is uniting the branches


with the tree. The roots are as intense as love of his desire,

a representation of his commitment towards mother land.


But he is afraid of his grandeur, not willing to separate from

his small branches. The cruel fellow man brings an innovative


plan of palace in the wonderland, don’t slash the branches for the

lust of money. The branches have divine soul of giving shed


to many animals and beings. Sad is nature in the loss of harmony,

the lush greenery is turning pale and the leaves are dead in agony.


Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

Daily Prompt: Branch



Buying a fabric!!!


Screen Shot 2018-03-04 at 11.08.58 pm.pngThe fabric of the society

is damaged

or getting damaged

slowly or steadily!


But this multicultural fabric

of the community

has tremendous hues

of affection and innovation.

In which, she toiled all day

to select a fabric

of her choice 

to decorate her new house

neglecting the damage

happened to the society

of chaos.


She said,

“don’t fabricate 

the superfluous imagination

of the reality

I have my own 

strategy to avoid 

the negativity of the world

buying a fabric 

is a skill

of my talent.”


 Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Fabric



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…!!!!!!


Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Messy



Above and below!!


Above is the sky

below is the earth

the human beings are

in the anxiety of dilemma

muddled by a game of destiny.


Everything seems gigantic 

above and below

nobody wants to be forgotten

in the meeting of two

at the horizon.


They aim to unite

in the hues of 

love and happiness

alas! they can’t

it’s only in our visualisation 

above and below

the sky and the earth!!!!


Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Above



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.


O! I met thee, my Poetry!!

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My dim eyes

in a dim room

thinking about

the dim recollection of past

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in an unexpected way

when my dim ideas

were running

to catch a train

of dimmed words

in a haphazard manner

I found a corner seat

in a dim silence

when I penned

my first dim collection

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in the rising day

when my dim paper

became a reflection

of musing.


O! I met thee, my Poetry!!


Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Dim



If she had a premonition!!!

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If she had a premonition

That he wouldn’t call

His words were a game

Fake is thou, the face

Betrayal is a pleasure.


If she had a premonition

Of his escape to wonderland

Of his fabricated story

She would plan

Her fairytale of glory.


If she had a premonition

Of the sudden dismissal

Of a vexatious situation

She would carry

Her hopes to suspension.


If she had a premonition

Of a new ingress offered

By the paranormal powers

She wouldn’t perturb

At the outside noises.


If she had a premonition

Of his jovial arrival

Of his exciting viewpoint

She wouldn’t think

of the previous inclination!


(c)Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Premonition




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An art of passion

An art of expression

An art of creation

An art of confession

An art of imagination

An art of possession

An art of composition

An art of publication

An art of formation

O! writing who art thou?


The Writing replied,

“I am an imagination

Of my reality

To be perceived

In many forms

I am not restricted

To one’s imagination

I am an activity

To perform with attention

To write with perfection

To enjoy the communication

To create the representation

I am free

To be penned

With your imaginative brain.”


But I am dependent

On grammar, vocabulary

And semantics

As an instrument

Of speech!


(c)Bhavya Prabhakar

via Daily Prompt: Imagination