Luminary Harmonies: The Dance of Heart and Mind

Can you savor the shift in seasons
crafting anew upon your heart’s page
Can you perceive reason’s burning embers
igniting a renaissance within your artistic stage

Can you perceive the withering river’s flow
where thoughts no longer hold dominion
Can you discern the cries of a generous soul
pouring into battles long forgotten

Can you caress the psyche of a poet
eyes ablaze, piercing through thy very core
Perhaps you may try, yet thy mind cannot escape oblivion
For the heart’s domain dwells in realms galore

Heart or mind, which path shall I tread
Which sustenance shall nourish my being
facts or sentiments, which shall be fed
whence shall my spirit find eternal meaning

The mind, a wanderer, prone to roam
seeking liberation from its captive plight
Yet in its absence, the heart finds home
for the two are intertwined, casting eternal light.

© 2023 | Prerna |

Home

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 |

Stars

We were stars
Now we gather
the scattered shards
of our shattered radiance;
trying to glow
once again
And in the
eternal darkness,
we learn
to love the moon.

© 2020 | Prerna |

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

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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

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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 |