Maturity

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Maturity is intense

To release the tensed

Coming with drawbacks

In a dose of love.

 

He said, “Maturity is key

to end the unwanted shouts,

trying to be real

along with the reflection

in the eyes.”

 

Is maturity ignorance

Is maturity leading to bluntness

Is maturity being self oriented

Or is it necessary to accept the self

Along with the others?

 

The Sun can be dangerous too

Causing premature ageing

The maturity can be dreadful too

Resulting into premature decisions.

 

Why to play with words

Whether you are happy with

Your maturity or not?

Is the question

Of the hour!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar



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HE AND I

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He said, “You have tantrums.”

I said, “ I have mood swings

to balance the equation

to turn on the situation.”

 

He said, “You are insane.”

I said, “I use my mind”

to react abnormally

to act abruptly.”

 

He said, “You are beautiful.”

I said, “I didn’t take a shower, today

to turn on your nerves

to meander along the world.”

 

I said, “You are womaniser.”

He said, “Cake is more delicious

With a blend of cream on it

to fulfil the desires

to arrange the order.”

 

He said again, “ You have tantrums.”

I just smiled and cocooned myself

In a fluffy attire

To erase his words

From the conscious mind!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


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Are you rebellious enough

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Are you rebellious enough?

To shake the world

To hang till death

To rub off the ribs

If it’s about your sister.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To remove the clichés

To provoke the world

To evoke a sense of respect

If it’s about your mother.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To protest against defaulters

To investigate the law

To prove that men can be innocent

If it’s about your brother.

 

The rebels shouldn’t be biased

Of the gender, caste or creed

End this myth

With a new beginning!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Rebel


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The laughter

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It’s time to knock

Open the lock

Feel the happiness

In the emptiness.

 

The key aims to unlock

The sugar coated smiles

Creating much chaos

To imitate the last laughter

Of that time.

 

The laughter was

My friend in crime

Giggling together

With the precept

Not to shy.

 

It’s you and me with

Coated smiles and cries

Wandering the street, lost

To be upset

Or to be happy!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Laughter


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Rapid fire round!

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He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up in the sky.”

 

She insisted on the fact

“ why to play this game?

when the glory is all set

to open the wings

of purity and divinity!”

 

Rapid is just merely

An intention of the mind

To start a game of requirement

The idea was to build

A trust of corner

In the beam of light.

 

Is it possible

Not to apply the conditions

Of the round

When the rapid

Was not your intention……!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Rapid


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A cup of coffee

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Bubbles all around

In my cup of coffee

I first saw him

Sipping the coffee

My upper lip was covered

With froth of desire.

 

Bubbles disappear soon

As soon as I sipped my coffee

Scrolling the keys

Reading some random pages

To create the flow of feelings

With the foam of love

Along with the thirsty ideas.

 

Mood was to sip slowly

To hold on the mood gradually

The Beats in the café

Were catching the attention

To dwell on the swing

Of that rendezvous.

 

Coffee was about to finish

Still in the aura of first sip

On the layers of foam

With the froth of will.

 

Wanting more bubbles

In the flight of dreams

The sugary effect was caramelised

To have sweeter and brown memories

In the end of conversation.

 

Could boomerang on me

If given more attention!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


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Guidance!

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Thinking that I have written the best,

rolling my eyes for the appreciation.

 

The mentor was quietly observing the chapter,

the red lines indicated the trouble coming near by.

 

Taking a deep breath to control my nerves,

the words were flying in my head to make a bridge of thoughts.

 

The mentor insisted on the explanations,

stating that the flow is hiding behind the over burdened words.

 

Squeezing the head to make little space for more words,

longing for the approval with the desire to cross the path.

 

The papers are falling from the table,

the books are all messed in the urge to have relaxation

but the voice came to finish before the deadline!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Mentor


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