Unwind

Concealed within
woven layers of self doubt,
a beautiful and intricate
tapestry of the soul,
yearns to unwind
and reach those places
where no awl
could fathom it’s miseries
or mysteries
about itself.
Oh let my soul unwind,
cocoon me in its
warm abstract glow
and bridge gaps
between
the known
and the unknown.

© 2021 | Prerna |

Vision

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Unknown roads
in light you see.

Soul, seeking light
for assurance.

Dim the light
darkness in sight, oh

~vision you find~

Oh, sight in darkness
light the dim.

Assurance for
light seeking, Soul.

See you lightin’
roads unknown.

© 2020 | Prerna |

My previous attempt at palindrome poetry: Spaces.

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.

© 2020 | Prerna |

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

© 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

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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

© 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 |

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 |