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.

~Prerna @besondersite

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…

~Prerna @besondersite

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

~Prerna @besondersite