कदम

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

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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

 

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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The Solitary

Talk to the moon,
But don’t be quiet…

Cry in the rain,
But don’t let tears well up…

Scream in the valley,
But don’t let words choke you…

Embrace the sky,
Keep your spirits high…

Caress the flower you love,
Not everything here is so tough…

You don’t have to walk alone,
Clouds be the companion against thorn…

Sleep in the arms of nature,
With the book that you nurture…
Wearing maturity as a lie,
Don’t let the inner child die…

– Priya Soni