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As the sun begins to rise on yonder ridge
and morning dew drips down like heaven’s tranquil,
my soul is stirred with thoughts of days gone by
and a yearning for a home now far behind me.

But home, I find, is not a place merely,
for it’s a feeling that nurtures the soul.
It’s not a static thing, that stays the same,
but moves and shifts, like the breeze and the rain.

For though my home is off the beaten track,
I find that home is still something I can find.
It’s in the people that I love and cherish the most,
preserved in the endless tapestry of memories entwined.

It’s in the laughter of my kindred and constants,
and in the beauty of the world that surpasses all.
It’s in the love that flows within and between us.
and in the hope that together we can endure the storm.

So though my anguish may come and go,
as the tides of life may rise and fall,
I know that home will always be hither,
in the love and memories of my evermore.

For home is not a place or time,
but a feeling that transcends all clime,
and though it may be fickle and fluid,
it’s a constant that will never cease.

© 2023 | Prerna |

O Heart

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This heart a box of memories blue
of silent prayers and a thousand elegies;
of sluggish dawns after a painful loss,
wounding our grief with yesterday.

But O heart heart heart
tattered by the brutal past
Accept what comes from silence
Let light permeate your conscience.

For those, who we have lost, may not return
But oh, there may come a moment of renaissance,
of a vision that’s beautiful and rare,
to heal the bruise I daily wear.

Oh let those crystalline moments shine
like musical notes, ascend forever
For the miles away they ventured;
we’ve still miles to go.

© 2021 | Prerna |

Angels and Demons

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My sanity screams
as the demons inside me, rage
Bloodshot eyes, gleam
in a dark rattling cage

Oh how, the murky sinister twilight
grazes a crimson battlefield
as the angels and demons, inside
a battle loud and clear, they fight
(seen or heard by none)

Call to these angels;
defend against
those gruesome demons
Weaken them
Draw them back
Lock them up,
back in the cage

They shall not be killed
for they are a part of me;
And a part, you cannot destroy
without the whole, crumbling

My angels, close the shutter
keep them confined
They shall not be killed
but escape, shall none;
For, a monster, you cannot kill
without being one.

© 2020 | Prerna |

Blends

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  • Black and white people
    with red and blue hearts,
    pink and orange in mind,
    picture a sunrise here
    and a sunset there.
    And yet others,
    with violet and golden
    in their eyes
    capture a moonlit desert.
  • Dried streaks
    of black and white
    on this canvas of mine
    Splash it with colors
    when it’s moist and gray
    Add some yellow
    to its blues
    And redness
    to its pale face
    Plant fresh greens
    in its old brown embrace.

© 2020 | Prerna |

Walk of awakening

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Washed away
with the tides of life
Those footprints
d i s s o l v i n g
in the vast
ocean of expectations

Thoughts bubbling
like the foam
floating on waters of reason
towards the shore
of a realm unexplored

Tides raging
towards me again,
push me forward
and away from me,
my mind, it takes
to wander
in the vast ocean

My eyes are lost, but vision is found
digging those cottony clouds,
gleaming with love and light
But oh, the sands of time
have clasped my feet, so tight

I take a deep breath
The salty ocean breeze
tingles my senses
A tingling prolonged…
and I wonder if I held on,
for too long,
both inside and outside

© 2020 | Prerna |