I am excited to share that my four poems, ‘ The Shooting Star’, ‘In the Dreams’, ‘ An Anxious Mother’, and ‘ Your Soul’ have been published in a literary e-journal, Muse India. It has a primary objective of showcasing Indian writings in English. The journal offers a wide range of literary forms- poetry, essays, short stories, conversations with writers and book reviews. I am filled with gratitude to see my work on the website. I’m thankful to the editors and the entire team of Muse India.
Here is the link to the new edition released recently http://www.museindia.com/Home/ViewContentData?arttype=poems&issid=94&menuid=9230
The hangings have bellied out with the winds Trying to be mischievous in this weather, The nights have become longer and darker In the wait of dawn, …The City of Lights | Bhavya Prabhakar
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I am delighted to see my poem ‘ The Mirror’ published on the Free Verse Revolution. I am extremely thankful to the EIC Kristiana Reed for considering and accepting my work. It gives me immense pleasure and pride to share space with such talented writers.
You can read my full poem here.
I was wearing red robe
Like a model of Yves Saint Laurent,
The fragrance was uniformed and desperate
With a touch of satisfying beauty,
My hands were freezing at zero degree
At that time,
I am happy to share that my poem ” O My love” is published in Indian Periodical. I am really thankful to the entire team for supporting my work.
It’s an attempt to celebrate love through the curiosity of words. This piece of work is inspired by W.B. Yeats’ poem, “A Drinking Song” where wine is witnessing the love for beloved in a subtle and charismatic way.
“Wine comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That’s all we shall know the truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.”
You can read my poem here http://indianperiodical.com/2020/09/o-my-love/
Have a great day!
“Building a hemisphere of life
can cause an injury to the left or the right hemisphere
in the situations unrealistic, perverted by time;
urging for something to happen
in the sphere of interest
can be subjected to desires unknown
turning into desperation firmly;
hemisphere of life has despised itself, peculiarly
for the conspiracy to destroy the self”
A note to self: having a desire is natural but desperation
can lead to mental imbalance.
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I am so thrilled to share that my poem “Diaspora” has been published in Spillwords, a New York based Press. I am really thankful to the editor –in- chief, Dagmara, and the entire team for accepting and supporting my work. Diaspora has its roots in African literature, how the Blacks get portrayed in the novels written by African writers. It shows the tangled relationship of the Blacks with other communities. This piece of work was written after the incident of George Floyd.
You can read my poem here which touches a dominant social issue. Click the link to read and do rate my poem.
Have a great day!
I am away from glory
To catch hold of lory
Flying high in the story
I am away from glory
Travelling in the lorry
In the love of Morry!
Photo by Pinterest
Lory- A small parrot of Australia and Indonesia
Sometimes you just want to pen down something light and lyrical which one may enjoy, reading through the tunes of words.
I am so excited to share that my poem “ Time” is published in Pendemic Journal, which depicts well the current situation of Coronavirus Pandemic. At the same time I am so happy to share the space with the poem written and read by the President of Ireland “Take care“
Pendemic Journal is not a literary magazine. They are a group of writers that met at the John Hewitt International Summer School in Armagh in July 2019. They have created this site to publish new writing in response to Coronavirus disease (COVID-19). I am extremely thankful to the editors for publishing my work and making it part of the Journal.
Read my full poem here
I randomly write
the inner peace,
twisted with roasted pieces
of unheard emotions.
I randomly craft
the beautiful nature,
mingled with the lines
of stanza. Continue reading “Randomly”