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Angels and Demons

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

  • 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.

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Walk of awakening

Photo clicked by © Prerna

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

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Chaotic waters

I’m engulfed
in a chilling facade
Tightness in chest
and burning veins;
A deceitful warmth doth flow

Icy claws of
the dark deep
brought me hither
to pull me apart;
Secrets of the dead
they whisper

My sanity
slowly withers
Hands now impatient
to grab remnants
of a decaying soul

Phantasmal waves
of anxiety
caress the lines
of my palm
to gingerly untangle
and leave them
to fade away

Two bubbles
of sweet hope
rising to the surface,
leave me behind
as I drown in thoughts;
To breathe
is to surrender

Inside me,
two people
pulling the strings;
Breathe in death
or breathe out life

A rendezvous of
gazillion sensations
inside
A cluster of bubbles
outside
as I slowly embrace
the endless gray...

© 2020 | Prerna |

Spaces

Divine spaces
in stirring souls
Nebulae between stars
Fields between particles
Blackouts between dreams
Crackling, sparks between flames
Ascent and descent between notes
Stillness between breaths
I am somewhere between
tripping and rising
Unfathomable sigh 
~Inside spaces~
Sigh unfathomable
Rising and tripping
Between somewhere am I
Breaths between stillness
Notes between descent and ascent
Flames between sparks, crackling
Dreams between blackouts
Particles between fields
Stars between nebulae
Souls stirring in
spaces divine

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In the mist

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Gone are the
sharp contours
Mellowed down
are the shades
of black and brown
Grey and greyer
Darkness bright
and shady light.

In the mist of it all
I set forth on
a familiar track
unfamiliar now it seems
Never have I ever
ventured into the unknown
well-known now it seems

For new depths
am I exploring
of a spiritual realm
veiled by the
soft translucence
of earth’s moist breath

In the mist of it all
oblivion I cross
and as it d i s s o l v e d
into my cold
selfish palms
it did plant
a last vapoury kiss

Clear is it now
both within and without

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Selenophilia

Oh give me a piece
of this lustrous moon
And it’s light
will I capture
to walk through
the dark passage
of time so roguish
and uncertain

Oh, the cool
and invigorating embrace
of this piece of moon,
to this bothered soul
will soothe its
qualms about
the world,
so opinionated
yet passive

And oh,
till the last drop
will I extract,
the essence
of its sobriety
So that
in the battle
to exhibit
the plethora of
“All that glitters”,
I unveil
my sublime simplicity.

© 2020 | Prerna |

Truth

Truth is
the unfathomable song
of the unrelenting Magpie
punctuated heavily by
the commentator
sitting in
the ever-chattering mind
and listening
to its own radio

Truth is
the salty ocean breeze
which stings
open wounds
But relieves you
of the suffocating humidity
and dampness
of foggy lies.

Truth is
the airborne oil
of petrichor
yearning to
permeate the soul
but masked by
the synthetic musk
and sweet-smelling ester
of bottled lies.

Truth is
they say,
bitter…
bitter like medicine
a rebel against
sugarcoated lies
wrapped inside,
an enticing destruction

Truth is
the sunset…
grotesque silhouettes
blending slowly
with the
darkness of dusk
left behind
a spark of light
cause’ now
you’re the candle
you’re the vision…

© 2020 | Prerna |

Ballerina

White lights pouring
the tulle does gleam
sweaty toes and
glossy shoes,
wooden floor beneath

Hands rising,
up in the air
as graceful as they could be
and swirling the air above;
blending in
the scent of,
the sweetest of roses

And oh,
my legs do slip
like butter
on the floor
spanning like compass,
sketching a circle
on the floor
which envies my grace

Jaws drop
eyes pop
audience amazed
a maneuver
interlaced with perfection
a manifestation
of how flaws
embellish grace

© 2020 | Prerna |

Freedom

I stare at the key;
key to the caged me,
which yearns to explore
the blue yonder
where it is meant to be
Magnificent it is;
a constant reminder
of my triviality,
passes down a look of pity
with its nuances of artistry
An easily forgivable treachery.

But oh the key lies there,
far away from my reach
and I’ll have to break free
For how can something
which is not a part of me;
which is foreign to me
have the power to stop me?

The cage
now a battlefield
tests the capacity
of a soul
fueled with perseverance
and quest for knowledge
Alas! it could not hold in
my shooting aspirations
anymore.

And thus, I broke free
of the coldness
in the confinement
A warm flurry of wind
beneath my wings
to revive the curiosity
to revive those dreams…

Off I reached
straight for the sky
Yes! this is what
freedom feels like.
When I can explore;
When I can experience;
When I can interact

to discover myself
and correct my course
I am free…

© 2020 | Prerna |