Did the road ever question
your attire,
your desire…?

a quintessential friend
in your journey,
travels with you
in perfect harmony…

clueless as you are,
suppressed as you are…
she clings to you
by all her means,
when it was stormy,
or when it rains…

Wondering today with my pen,
amid all the questions,
thanking thou my friend,
for each step at a time,
when you were there
regardless of
my attire,
my desire…


Priya Soni



Being oblivion of the society,
She asked for a little empathy…

Always wondered why they giggled,
Another stone through which she struggled…

Living amidst the people,
Those who never understood her pain…
With her help seeking eyes,
All prayers when went in vain…

When all her expectations died,
When hope didn’t want to rise,
Tired of being frown,
She wrote her heart down…

All grudges jumbled upon the page,
And, dancing words gave her a new hope,
Writing be her new friend,
Poems became the new acquaintances…
The societal given pain,
After all was not in vain…

Priya Soni


हर जर्रे से निराश होकर ,
यूँ न मुड़ तू

इक तिनके भर आस संजो कर,
इक कदम आगे बढ़ा तू

मुश्किलात लाज़मी हैं यहाँ,
पर शिकायतें न कर तू
इच्छाशक्ति को प्रबल कर,
आंसुओं को समेट तू

इक तिनके भर आस संजो कर,
इक कदम आगे बढ़ा तू

– प्रिया सोनी


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