Verse: Them

She being an intricate delicacy,
He being an entangled mirage,
Dreaming of the crescentic fantasy,
Some true, some felt so far…

–  Priya Soni

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Her

She preferred woods,
For the walls pushed her back…

She preferred skies,
For the stars knew her well..

She preferred pen,
For the ink shaped her words…

She preferred winds,
For the slithering leaves caressed her heart…

She preferred scars,
For they born with her struggles…

A warrior hidden,
From the world of sly
Denied by everyone,
Embraced by sky…

– Priya Soni

Numb

Sound of rain drops,
Splashing on the floor…

Leaves sliding with each other,
And the flowers breathing between them…

Sparkling fire-flies in the garden,
Bees humming all along…

Beer shimmering in the glass,
Entangled with the ice cubes…

Thoughts in my mind,
Murmuring to each other…
Living in a parallel universe,
Or is the state of my numbness…

– Priya Soni

 

Words

Choking down with the words today,
Shall I say or quiet be I may…

Unable to voice it all out,
Or, afraid of being heard wrong…

Looking upon the sky for response,
Oh! my stars, where are you today…?

Oh! dear wind!
be my messenger…
talk to the stars,
and, carry my stories…

Let me exhale all my words,
You be my friend, in all the odds…

 

– Priya Soni

 

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Almost

Holding a pen,
I drew him,  almost…
Nebulous memories
led me numb,
Distinguishing him from the two shadows,
From the image which was once one…

Holding those thoughts,
I fell for him,  almost…

Talking to the torn pages,
They still hold his touch…
Looking at the sky,
I felt his stare,  almost…

Smiling all the way though,
I missed him,  almost…

– Priya Soni

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via Daily Prompt: Almost
Almost