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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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

The last wish…

Under the vast sky,
Eyes shimmering looking at the stars,
Lying on the green grass,
Breathing the scent of wet earth,

Resting my head on Mom’s lap,
Smiling at me,
Slowly she caressing my head,
And, singing me her favorite old melodies,
(She is a wonderful singer!)

Daddy sitting beside,
Talking about his old days of engineering,
(I love those old days college stories!)
Telling me how proud he is of me,
(I secretly hope it happens someday!)

Drinking together our favorite cup of tea,
Looking at that peaceful smile on their face,
Nothing more I want to see,
May be that’s how I want to die…

– Priya Soni

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My Childhood

When nothing seems to work out,
I look back,
And talk to my childhood

The eyes capable of dreaming to the infinity,
The heart with immense power to stand for the truth,
The soul with exquisite purity,
The attitude to conquer the world,
The same child is still inside me

Let the child breathe again,
Let the storm rage again,
The support I seek from the world,
Has to arise from within again…

– Priya Soni

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The Dream

Everyday, he burnt himself under the Sun,
Bathing in the sweat,
But not a sight of complaint

Buying a piece of bread,
For the children,
Was his only ambition

Today also,
He could manage only a piece,
Let’em have all of it”
He told to his wife
Earning man of the house,
Was again on the hunger strike
They’ve to study,
They need it more…”
Yearning for their growth,
He kept lying some more…

As the sun arrived again,
He was there on the fields,
Sparkling eyes had the same dream,
Though frailing health couldn’t support any more…

– Priya Soni

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Now that I know…


Now that I know,
You like when it rains,
I’ll dance with you some more…

Now that I know,
You will play those chords,
I’ll sing with you some more…

Now that I know,
You were crying missing her,
I’ll make you smile some more…

Now that I know,
You’re surrendering to the baricade,
I’ll stand with you some more…

Now that I know,
You’re loosing trust in her,
I’ll trust you some more…

Now that I know,
You’ll keep questioning yourself,
I’ll find answers some more…

Now that I know,
You love her to bits,
I’ll smile for you some more… 🙂

– Priya Soni


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