O Heart

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.

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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.

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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.

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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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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

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

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