Meticulous acceptance,
Carefree withdrawal


Verse: Journey

Rolling in the deserted aisle,
Thoughts encircling all this while,
Some familier,
Some Outlandish,
Conclusion being an exotic dish
Is all that seems so lavish…

– Priya Soni

Image Credits: Danielle Tunstall


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


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



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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