Leprechaun

The day started with little laze,

wondering if it’s the same roof under

which I started giggling.

 

I was lost in something gazing at the trees

visible through my window.

 

What it was ? Was it a myth?

I could not stop gazing at the little creatures

chirping loudly, fighting with each other.

 

Lost in thinking about this old wicked Leprechaun,

who often came in my dreams

in a modern stereotypical depiction.

 

In an era of moderation, I liked his appearance

quite chic to disturb my sleep.

 

My sleep wanting his presence,

to be lost again in his mischievous attempts.

 

The gaze is not yet over, leprechaun became

an imaginary character of my insomnia!!


©BhavyaPrabhakar

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The place

screen shot 2019-01-20 at 12.58.00 pmThe place falls

The place calls

The place reminiscing

The ones with horns

The ones with holes

In the journey

Of the time.

 

The place sucks

The place chucks

The place twinning

With the ray of hopes

In the lost memories

Of the unheard notes.

 

The place witnessing

The place kissing

The lips of the time

In a corner

To plead once again

From the fallen ones.

 

The place refused

Its presence

In misty memories

Hiking across the moors

It’s time

for a rendezvous

By a hike

In a new place.

 

Yes, it’s time!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar

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Lying on bed!

Lying on bed

Observing the leaves

Dancing to the tunes of wind

The love is so reciprocal

Between the wind and the leaves.

The peace is eternal

When the focus

Tuned in a glimpse

Of jealous bee

Hunting for the

Move to be made.

An empty mind

Looking to focus

What I want

Focus or peace?

I, the soul,

Admire the beauty

With beast

The beauty of nature

With the dust of life.

Lying on bed

Observing the leaves

Dancing to the tunes of wind

The love is eternal

Between the admirer

And the one being admired.

The focus moved to

The rushy plants

Beneath the feet

Of the faces

From the world.

The leaves pause

When the wind is

Away from the love

Yet, the peace is eternal!

© Bhavya Prabhakar



Personal Picture

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