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 |

Ink

Art by ©Prerna

Her eyes hold
an ocean
Depths of which,
you cannot fathom

Glimmer of the sunset, or
golden specks,
of stolen sunlight

The way they hint
at a story hidden
so deep inside.

Dive in,
into the depths
of raw emotions;
search within
streams of words-
a missing link
A world submerged
in those tinges on ink.

© 2021 | Prerna |

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

© 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

© 2020 | Prerna |

In the mist

Photo clicked by © Prerna

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

© 2020 | Prerna |

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 |

Rain

Barren land,
Deserted soul,
Thirsty mind,
and the first drop of rain
as if dissolves
the emptiness; the loss;
the dryness of a soul
which knows no affection
as subtle as that of a raindrop.

And the greens that rejoice
at the announcement of nature
marking the descent
of the heavenly elixir
that oh, the Gods have sent
to quench the thirst
of the earthly wonders.

Behold, for when the raindrop falls
and kisses gently
the outstretched palms
of the leaves
longing for love;
they gleam with glee.

Such is the magic of rain
that even light splits
in sheer ecstasy
into seven colors
to bring delight
to the child
searching in the sky
for hues of inspiration.

© 2020 | Prerna |

Inspiration

The sun is the body
which sustains the life and existence.
Before this humongous sphere of raging fire,
you learn the value of love and sacrifice
and the power of forgiving and forgetting;
to let go of the negativity which pulls you back,
and rise again to your true spirit!

The moon is the soul
of the night sky;
spreading the message of sobriety and humility;
not blinding you with its brightness,
but adding luster to the plain and lifeless,
with its subtle and soothing glow.
Yes! clouds do come often to overshadow,
but nothing can dim the light that shines from within…

The stars reflect your attitude
to shine amidst the darkness and ambiguity.
It ain’t no matter how small or big you seem to be;
face the challenges and
just keep twinkling…

~Prerna (meaning: inspiration😊) @besondersite