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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Incomplete

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The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

 

The stars come everyday

To brighten the horizon

Twining with the moon

To be more wise

In the war of light.

 

Still, I feel incomplete

Upside down

Without my pen, my soulmate

The urge is craving

To be penned

With your companionship.

 

But, at times

The goals turn the attention

Away from you, my soulmate

Floating on the dreams

Undefined, come and take

Me in the world of thine.

 

Yes, I miss you

When the thoughts so high

Yes, I feel incomplete

When you are not around

Complete me, my love

Take me in your arms

Once again.

Let’s complete each other,

My soulmate ( my pen)!!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar



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After being away from writing this is how one feels when every vein has a deep urge to dwell into and float on the words of your own, to feel not just as an activity but which complete your self, to inspire your inner self, to make you better day by day.

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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Fears

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I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

 

The fear to fall one day

Fear to be alone

Fear to be forgotten by the

Lovely sun at the beautiful sunset

Fear to fail in the test of life

Fear to jump into the ecstasy of life

Fear to be hidden in his eyes.

 

I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

 

Why to fear

When you are puppet

Why to fear

When you are reality

Why to fear

When you have the best

Why to fear

When you create the rest.

 

The fears are anticipated

In the backyard of the memory

On and off is the goal

To attempt the actions

With love of surety.

 

I live on the edge of the fears

Anticipated with the laws

Of courage packed in the

Inner conscious of yours.

 

Yes, I live on the edge of the fears.

 

©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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PURITY

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 He peeled his skin, to see if

the blood has same purity as

the redness in his eyes,

the fact is silent

in the moonshine.

 

Purity has which colour

red or white

or is it because of the wine

He coloured himself red, to see if

He feels the purity as

the pure love in her eyes.

 

Felt so lost

to find this purity

was once there in her eyes,

he travelled to mountains, to see if the

he could find that colour

of purity in his own eyes.

 

Purity is playing games

or the game is to be pious

craving to fly to the moon

with her profound purity

still so lost,

to find that sparkle

in the blinking eyes.

 

He pulled his hairs, to see if

the hairs fall like he falls

to find the colour

the colour denied its presence

in front of purity.

 

“No colour can define me (Purity)

I am having colours of my own

keep changing

according to the beliefs 

of the unknown.”

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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HEAT

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The sunburns are red

The tanning is gold

The marks are real

The sweat is glowing

With the heat of the town.

 

She is burning

He is burning

To fire the conscious

To light the lamp

In the heat of the sun.

 

The craving for water

To dive into the coldness

The hands are cold and wet

Giving the pleasure of ice

In the heat of the moment.

 

The pressure is on the heels

To stop jumping

To restore some energy

In this heat of the sun

Bright and golden

Glowing like a sunflower.

 

Eyes dare not open

In the shiny effect

The glasses kept me close

Waiting for the dark

To come and take

Me away from this heat

For a while.

 

Yet, I love this glow every morning

The heat of Sun!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



PHOTO BY PEXELS