Priya’s Poems-13: "Parting Moments"

my feet;
fixed in a magnetic stillness.
emotions;
rise and fall,
like waves at heart shore.
words jumble and tumble
at the lips;
words fail,
eyes speak in hush and lull.
eyes ;
reading each other’s heart to deep.
mind;
freezes thy picture in memory,
silence in conversation
hands in raise,
wave in motion,
tears rolldown,
from the wet eyes
down the cheeks…….
voice is heard inside my heart
“good bye dear……..
good luck
awaiting
thy early arrival…….”

Priya’s Poems-12: "The Biggest Lie*"

Thou poisoned
the minds
of our first parents
made fools
of our knowledge.

Thou, a beautiful seductress*
unconspicuous to all
seducing everyone,
who come
in search of thee…
thou are so beautiful
oh, i love you dear.

Thou pervert
the young minds
many lost their lives
in scrutinising thee….

Thou induce
the poets brain
for many
thou were a sloppy slide
for a few
thou were a large ladder.

Thou the
most perilous addiction
make them
thy impetuous slave
to live
in delusion.

They pierce
inside thee…
to hedge reality.
thou make them
to overleap themselves………

Thou THE BIGGEST LIE*…….

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*IMAGINATION

Priya’s Poems-11: "Beautiful!"

oh! it’s the mirror of thy heart
nay! it’s the picture of thy soul
how many…….
sometimes black
sometimes blue
sometimes green
sometimes grey
sometimes red
sometimes pink
thousands of emotions……..
all dancing up and down
like waves
sometimes tears
sometimes fears
sometimes cry
sometimes shy
sometimes cold
sometimes bold
though thou fail
they speak in silence
for thee…
oh! what a beauty
the ultimate seduction
LARGER than opium
it’s the index of thy mind…..
like a grape in ice cream
beautiful……
PAIR OF BLACK ROSES

Priya’s Poems-10: "Ode to Juno"

A Tale is in air.
An unheard melody,
Silent lamentations,
Some commemorations,
Vacant dreams,
It’s an Untold tale
of this barren land.

Others
In green.
With blossoming of flowers
in Varied colours…
With barley and rye
Ready for harvest,
With melodies of
Cuckoos and nightingales,
Always in spring.

But,
Tears are soaked in this barren land
Grim in grey and blue,
Howls of
owls and vultures,
Always in winter.

Longing for spring,
Oh what black curse,
Have fallen upon me?

Of fertile nights ,
And winds of melodious ,
sweet lullabies,
pardoned here are rotten woods ,
Of which cradles are made,
yet broken they start ,
and broken they stay.

Ye……..JUNO
Waiting for thy grace.

Priya’s Poems-9: "The Deserted School"

In the midst of fields,
cusp of the village;
Deep in the bush,
On the highways,
Is the deserted school,
Busy at nights.

Learners are varied
Affluent and the impoverished
Young and old
Primitive and polished
Both
canny ,clever
And
Dope ,dunce
Are
Daily visitors.

Periodical screams,
Recurrent laughs,
intermittent cries,
with screeching of owls,
all the night.

Many tiny pieces of cigarettes,
broken pieces of liquor bottles,
stained cloth,
shattered condoms.

In a corner
Of the wall,
Portrait of
Our father
With his OLD stick,
In search of truth(path)….
Hangs upside down!!!!

Priya’s Poems-8: "Whither Arcadia?"

Near the farm it resides
Far and wide
Wide, tide full of pride.
Unadulterated water
Always tasted by honey guide.
Un-chided by all.
With Barbados pride
Side by side.
Near the lantern of the lighthouse.
Giving sweet stimulating
Invigorating air
Pure and white.

Crowd pleasing worldwide
Lies this Continental divide.

Years along with
Colours changed.
The abandoned lake
Void out of water
Gushing out of
Industrial garbage
By the giant factory
Remodeled on a old light house
Emitting
Foul and filthy air
interminably,
In black and grey.
Scattered Corpses of dead animals
Half eaten by vultures
In the midst of deep dark bushes
Lies deserted………

Priya’s Poems-7: "ROSE"

Thou were a
ROSE to me..
A beautiful Red ROSE
Loved you so much
Marveled thee
Glorified thee
Worshipped thee
Came near thee
To smell thy sweet fragrance
But thou
Poked my heart
With thy poisonous thorn.
I bleed………

Priya’s Poems-6: "How do I tell thee?"

I was
swallowed
by this darkness.
Thou came
for my rescue……..
Oh, my beautiful angel.
My hapless heart
was
capturing thy pictures
ignoring my
pride and prejudice.

My madcap mind
was drowned
in thy thoughts.
Longing to express
my limpet love
for these
long years.

Oh…how the
Turtle time
scrolled
in thy absence.

I pinched
the pages of our memory
those footprints
of our love….

Yes..I still preserve…
Am a prisoner
to my
words, thoughts and action.
How do I tell thee……
That……
I love you.

Priya’s Poems-5: "Tears of a Broken Heart"

I loved thee,
I loved thee,
more than anything in this life.
I gave thee everything

Love,
affection,
care,
concern.

But,
What have you
given
me
in return?

affliction,
pain,
suffering.

am drenched in
this pain of rain.

But see ,
my Tears are soaked.

Oh My love is true.

My broken dreams chase me.
I run in misery.
I stood stoic
In storms of life
With striving struggle.

Even now
the space in my heart is filled
only memories of thee
with my TRUE LOVE.

Yes,
Oh My love is true.

I believe
One day
You will
Realize my true love
Will I be
Alive then?

I don’t know?
Oh do not hurt me
Do not hurt me any more……..
Am already dead.

Priya’s Poems-4: "I am a Poet"

I am a poet.
My emotions invite me (to write
sometimes it delights
at times
instructs.
sometimes the skylark and nightingale
inside me
sing songs of ecstasy of love.
At times
the owls and wolves
cry the tale of betrayal.

Every time I take
emotions of water
from the
deep mortal lake of my heart.
I pour glory
and agony
in the bucket of my poem.

It has quenched
the thirst of my
friends and critics.

I am a passionate painter.
I paint words.
I paint in grey
bringing tears
to reader’s eyes.
I paint in green
bringing smile
to the lips of the readers.
i paint in abstract
of mystery and myth
in bold
and make my readers
wonder,think,bewildered.
At times
I paint in figures
In blunt.
I use many colours.

I am a secret gardener.
I sow seeds
in the fertile land of my heart.
I water them
by my continuous thoughts.
Colourful flowers blossom
bringing joy to beholders eyes.

I write.
My lake never goes dry.
I write when am loved.
I write when am hated.
I write when am adored.
I write when am dumped.
I will write
Until my last sigh.
As I am a poet.

Priya’s Poems-3: "A Poem is Born"

The beast inside me
runs faster and faster
in the deep forest,
runs in hunger.

The search is on

for the creative desire.
Runs on rugged ,stony
Coarser path.
Wheezes for a long
with its wide-open mouth
and tongue out.
Sniffs everywhere
Comes to a place.
Fixes the theme.

The night …veiling the pole..
Stares at a singing raven
Barks in return.
Blinks for few seconds.
Shakes its head.
Fixes the narrative.

Digs the place.
Until the moon bids adieu
and
welcomes the sun.
Digs for
diction
rhyme
rhythm
meter.
Digs fastly.
Scoop out the bone marrow.
A poem is born.

Priya’s Poems-2: "The Inward Journey"

My dreams
dragged me
to a deep dark forest.
I walked
Walked a long way
in calm serene darkness.
My mind
haunted me
to go back.
My heart preached my mind
and the conflict went on.
I was awestruck.
I had two options.
Either
Drop the
hands off my dream
and go back
or
believe and follow
him blindly.
I opted
for the second one.
I walked.
Walked a long way
with my
new companions
agony and affliction
hunger and humiliation
thirst and tiredness.
My mature companion
Strong ambition
Controlled all of us.
We followed him.
“there was no light
but darkness visible”
everywhere.
We walked.
Walked a long way.
We believed him.
We followed him.
I saw a hope of light
from a long distance.
Yes…..it was hope….
It sat before me
With his legs crossed……..
Welcomed me
With a sweet smile……..

Priya’s Poems-1: "The crow and the nightingale"

A crow
shrieks in despair.
am black,
am ugly,
No one to love me.
I curse my fate.

Nightingale sang in return
am beautiful
can seduce many
by my looks.
mesmerize people
by my sweet song.
Proud about my fate.

Oh beauty,
Said the crow
We are unfortunate
And
We have occupied every
Ecological niche
Of this world.
Have taken
our curse everywhere.

Nightingale replied
We are
Symbols of
Good fortune
And harmony.
Have shrunken our territory
To acute places.
Unlike thee.
But
i have a deep-rooted
fear inside
as our fight for
survival
for tomorrow
and am
skeptical.
As
good harmonious
and
moral ones
are losing the battle
against
sinful
immoral
corrupt
cruel and merciless
world.
Now I curse my fate……..

Crow shrieks in high..
Ha ha ha
Now,
am proud of my fate.