Come close to life!

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Jump into the river

Feel the sun

See the trees

Come close to life.

 

Release the tensions

Close the books

Come out of words

To attain the essence

Come close to life.

 

Stop working for a day

Walk on the streets

Observe the sky

Listen to birds

Chanting to please nature

Come close to life.

 

Stop running for a day

After the goals

Surprise the self

Bear the heat

Of the bright sun

Feel the sweat

Come close to life.

 

Look at the stars

Similar yet different

All over the world

Why differences

Then, here and there

Is it all about perceptions?

 

Commit to the soul

Stop and cease the moments

Come close to life!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar



Inspired by some hindi lines from Radio ” Zindagi jee ke dekho ”



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Engulfed

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Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

 

At times relieved

with the revival

of the charm,

casting upon me.

 

At times stuck

in the hidden adieu,

of the content

written by me.

 

At times stunned

by the gestures

of life, shaking

the chores of time.

 

Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

 

It started functioning

even without reasons,

connected to the soul

You have a goal!

 

                                 ©Bhavya Prabhakar



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Delete

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I love this word, delete

Wrapped in shell

Of tiny secrets

In the life.

 

Up and down

Scrolling the entries

In my mind

What to delete

To make the picture

Perfectly clear.

 

I love this word, delete

Wrapped in desire

Of love or hatred

Or the necessity

Of that time.

 

What should be kept

Or deleted

Was the weirdest gap

To fill with the maturity

Of yours.

 

I love this word, delete

Sometimes replaced

By creation

Why to delete, then

Becomes a question

Of the sudden eruption.

 

Creation meant to be deleted

Or it’s the necessity of

Well being.

 

I love this word, delete!!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar



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Struggle

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My pen is shaking

I am agitated

My notepad is topsy-turvy

With the struggle

I revere the most

In this bloomy air.

 

The confusion relies

On my pen

Am I writing sense

Where are the words

What come before

And after.

 

My thoughts agree

With the struggle

I revere the most

My pages are strewn

Around haphazardly

To show unity

In the process

Creating the signature marks.

 

My pen is shaking

I am agitated

With the struggle

Feeling the goosebumps

When the nib

touched My hands

In the hope

Of the love.

 

The struggle

To evoke the philosophy

To create fusion

To dwell on the pages

With the same intensity

When I think of you.

 

I revere the most

the struggle, my pen goes through!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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Collision

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When we collide,

made a universe

of our own,

embodied with

the ideals

Of the lovers unknown.

 

Let’s collide

to reach the explosion

of the emotions

in front of the sun,

an eyewitness

to the collision

to be made

with the intensity

we have

for the day

to meet at night.

 

Don’t be afraid

an arbitrary decision

we made,

to be deeply

absorbed in

each other

until the dawn,

to witness the

arrival of the

new day

new sunlight.

 

When we collided,

we made a universe

of our own

you and me

and the heavenly

bodies,

were contented

to welcome

the new explosion.

 

Yes, we collided!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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Archaic beliefs!

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Walking alone

or with someone

giggling alone

or with someone

shining alone

or with someone.

We are all alone

in ourselves,

yet having so

many auras inside

in that alone time.

Surrounded by many

at times,

yet empty inside.

Proving others to be

right, yet guilty

inside.

Have to play

your own game,

either with

honesty or

lust,

you have

to pass the ball.

 

The terms may

be archaic for you

but change the

archaic beliefs

inside,

before changing them

outside!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Archaic



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Be my love!

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Take me into your arms

Forget the world

Lean on my chest

To make a move

Of your own.

 

Take me into your soul

Inhale me inside

Love me as much as you can

Show the world, that I exist

In your own style.

 

Take me into your memory

To create the snapshots

To play with the words

Show the world, that I exist

Through your voice.

 

It’s me, your own poetry

Love and live with me

In the manuscripts

Give me any form but

Show the world, that I exist

Through you and only you.

 

Love me as much as you can,

I am your poetry!!!!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



Personal photo

MY PHONE

 

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It’s ringing

again and again

to coordinate

with the time.

 

The cords

have connected

the right connection

after a while.

 

Its thin body

has flexible touch

often takes me

into the long

conversations.

 

What if, this

thin and tiny

tool escapes

from my life!

 

I would want

to have a taste

of golden era

with lots of

pride.

 

I admired and envied

this thin object

which can access

my experiences

with the names

on it.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Thin



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