Retrospectively

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Retrospectively, I can sense

my failures

were never meant

to be successful

in the journey of life,

up and down

I was drowning

into the flood of war.

 

Retrospectively, I can understand

my weaknesses

were never too bold

to take the stand

against the dark

side of yours,

as you were peeling my skin

to show your audacity.

 

Retrospectively, I can see

why I went wrong

to dive into the new waves

so high and natural

to touch the deepest

emotions with calmness

to be craziest of all time.

 

Retrospectively, I can say

I was never like this

insane and wired

so much to explore

through the layers

of insanity and weirdness

still, contented and composed.

 

Even if, I am lost

I love this new dive

Taking me back

To the clusters of shine!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Retrospective



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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

Wonder


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Starting a day!

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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

Uncompromising


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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.

 

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Daily Prompt: Branch

Branch


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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

Fabric


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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

affectionately.

 

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

dotingly.

 

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

intentionally.

 

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

Messy


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Above and below!!

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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

Above


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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


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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

Dim


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