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


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


Beneath a tree,
She sat like a stone…
Wearing old bruises,
Fighting with the cold wind…
Torn dress could not sustain,
All her efforts were in vain…
All alone she was left to groan,
With only the wind, that aided the moan…

Looking at the fireworks, she wondered
Millions of shooting stars, she assumed
Wishing for some food, her eyes sparkled
Looking at her folded hands, even God was stirred

Breaking the silence, a voice called her,
“This is the Diwali gift for you”, the lady told her.
Thanking her, she began eating with delight…
Her glittering face was now matching with the sky…

H A P P Y   D I W A L I 🙂

– Priya Soni


Kabhi us nanhe balak ko dekha hai,
jo shayad maa se bichad gaya hai,
beech sadak pe baitha hai jo,
nirantar bas maa ko pukarta hai jo,

yun to koi takleef nahi hai use,
par koi apna kho gaya hai,
usi ko khojne nikal pade hain aansu jaise,
reh gyi hain anbhigya si aankhe peeche…

kisi aur ki parvah nahi hai use,
kahan hai vo,
kinke beech,
kuch nahi…
bas ek anjane bhay me lipt,
bheed me maa ko talashta hai vo…

agle hi pal,
vo tha maa ke aanchal me,
chashm-e-tar me bhi chalki thi vo,
muskaan jo laut aayi thi adharon pe ab…

maa ke aanchal ki chhaon,
har insaan ko mayassar nahi hoti…
hakimon ke pass bhi,
iss sargirani ki dawa nahi hoti…

par majal-e-khwab to dekho,
usi ek shann,
jaane kyu laga,
ki jaaun usi sadak par,
usi nanhe balak ki tarah…
jane kis guman me sochti hun,
ki bekhabar si ye deed-e-deedar,
kya pata, aaj khoj lein kisi apne ko… 🙂

– Priya Soni