Colors

colors I have not
colors I give not
colors I keep not

yet I roll the sky
as it rolls me
yet I roll the Sun
as it rolls me

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Ghosts on the beach

Waves swishing over beaches
Bring remnants of ocean lives

Coal

He told me of how coal can be split
to reveal the hoof prints of long buried deer

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I hide from her face,

HE AND I

He said, “You have tantrums.”

I said, “ I have mood swings

to balance the equation

to turn on the situation.”

 

Lost and Found

I am in search of something unknown,
Just beyond my grasp of comprehension.
I stand at the temple doors of Self,
Sealed shut by monks of Sophistry
To conceal their esoteric knowledge and rites,
Of which I desperately long to understand.

Break Away

Brown petal falling;
White life now wilted, but free
To Fear and Tremble.

Rapid fire round!

He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up 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!”

If You Could Break Me

If you could break me
how many pieces would you strive for?

A split in two,
have me broken down into fourths,
a complete s h a t t e r i n g –

Of the sun

Winter clung fast
to April’s last day
with rain and strong winds
to greet first of May

Yet there is still time
for the sunshine to come
with promise of summer
born of the sun

Lesson

Let me sing it back to you
the serenade
how it travels far and wide in the
strange lands till you hear
it’s an echo of your lonely heart

The day

A welcome embrace I gave to the day
as it crept up and grabbed hold of me
Reciprocate it returned with a smile
edged with grace and a fragility

You Are

 

When I see an attractive woman,
she embodies the best in women
and she becomes you.

You are attraction.

When I see a movie,
lovers kissing and holding hands,
all I can think is you and us.

Observation and Implementation!

Observing the sky

In the moonlight

Observing the sea

In the sunlight

Observing the mountains

In the sunshine.

 

In the kitchen!!

That figure

Coming to my mind

Like the intervals of time

With some excuses

To cheat in the present

With the past hours.

 

Why to crib

For the sake of

Was it like a cupcake!

With a strawberry touch

Soft and spongy

To water the lips

With the desire of.

 

The cords have been trashed

That figure is blurred now

With the passage of time

Still wondering in the moonlight

If I could have a glimpse,

I would have shown the courage

Inside the foolish fellow.

 

It sucks just temporarily

When the figure is no more a figure

It has become a dark spot

With some darker shades

Just to ruin you from outside.

 

Smelling the past

Was sometimes an easy attempt

To cook and fry the present

In a crispy way

With a mint flavour

To sauté some figures

In a fresh recipe of life.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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PHOTO BY PEXELS

Do I Get Up

Do I get up. What will I have for breakfast.
Should I have breakfast at all. Will I take the bus or walk.
Talk to a stranger, perhaps not. How do I look today.
How do I feel today. What is my neighbor feeling today.
What is the scientific name for the maple tree.
What is the dog that is barking barking on about.
How shall I get on working today. How shall I have my tea.
Where shall I go to lunch. Is my friend swimming in the ocean.
Is my lover at Smith Tower. Is the grass sad.

Twelve months five

No. 10 of 12 in the Jemverse ’12 months’ series

On our wall there hangs a Hockney
print we bought at Tate last year
which with its bright strong colour
brings us constant cheer

And as Hockney loves a Hawthorn
it seemed appropriate to say
that the colour in the hedgerows now
are the birth flowers of May

I danced

I danced like no one was watching
really let myself go
right from the start when the music was fast
to the moment it took me down slow

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It’s stuck in my head

Journey-A Question

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.”
― Heraclitus

A grandeur of illusion

a miracle of sorts

trailblazing your dreams

and circling and creating

that swirls in your eyes

Moments in Bristol

We had a brilliant time down in Bristol
reliving the days from my youth
Great to see the familiar sights
with some ‘moments’ to tell you the truth

Grey

Grey file cabinets line beige-green walls,
Stretching from the speckled grey ceiling
To the off-white (grey), tiled floor.

Filling Summer’s boots

And, as they promised, sunshine
burned in the sky today
A cloudless blue spread overhead
with warmth akin to May

Yet it is still mid-April
several more months still
for warmth to build to sultry heat
and summer’s boots to fill

Angels of Dark

in the gentle descent
in formless joy
doors still tight
in knobs of dawn
come angels
without dust

Flat white to go

Flat white to go
by the Thames in the sun
best way by far
that a day is begun
Watching the river
flow silently by
beneath a pale blue
and promising sky

I’m everything

I’m dancing. I’m rhythm
I’m words on a page
I’m pen and I’m words
from a poet and sage

For an ear

I am music and pleasure
for those with an ear
Hours of contentment
for freedom and cheer

POEM: Users

crumbled parchment on the floor
words rejected now once more;

the roses you sent long dead
soft red petals hard faded;