In your eyes

It was all messy,
In her own ecstasy,
Drowning in his eyes,
She accepted all his lies…

-Priya Soni



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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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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