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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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Hearing!
The place
The 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
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Be my love!
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!!!!!
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