My poem” HIS ROOM” published by Indian Periodical

I am delighted to share that my poem” HIS ROOM” is published in Indian Periodical. I am really thankful to the entire team of Indian Periodical to make me a part of their community.

Indian Periodical is an independent magazine, featuring talented poets, writers, photographers and cartoonists from around the world.

HIS ROOM

I was still in his room

Waiting and grinning

All day to make a foam

Of love which is blushing

Like the blushing blossoms. Continue reading “My poem” HIS ROOM” published by Indian Periodical”

Skeptical!

I am skeptical
of the reasons
of the answers
of the questions
of myself.

 

Things in question

are to be subjective,

to be retrospective

in the bloomy life.

 

He is oblivious

in the vacation of time,

to be lost

in the content

of mine.

 

My actions defy

inner combat,

the power relies

on the self

acknowledgement

of Shine.

 

I am skeptical

of the reasons

of the answers

of the questions

of myself!!!

 

                            ©bhavya

 

PHOTO BY PEXELS

       

Engulfed

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Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

 

At times relieved

with the revival

of the charm,

casting upon me.

 

At times stuck

in the hidden adieu,

of the content

written by me.

 

At times stunned

by the gestures

of life, shaking

the chores of time.

 

Engulfed at the seashores,

wondering if I should go

back or wait

till the dawn.

 

It started functioning

even without reasons,

connected to the soul

You have a goal!

 

                                 ©Bhavya Prabhakar



PHOTO BY PEXELS

Incomplete

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The sun comes everyday

To lighten the world

From the darkness of night

To bring new hopes and vibes

To melt in the love of shine.

 

The stars come everyday

To brighten the horizon

Twining with the moon

To be more wise

In the war of light.

 

Still, I feel incomplete

Upside down

Without my pen, my soulmate

The urge is craving

To be penned

With your companionship.

 

But, at times

The goals turn the attention

Away from you, my soulmate

Floating on the dreams

Undefined, come and take

Me in the world of thine.

 

Yes, I miss you

When the thoughts so high

Yes, I feel incomplete

When you are not around

Complete me, my love

Take me in your arms

Once again.

Let’s complete each other,

My soulmate ( my pen)!!

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar



PHOTO BY PEXELS



After being away from writing this is how one feels when every vein has a deep urge to dwell into and float on the words of your own, to feel not just as an activity but which complete your self, to inspire your inner self, to make you better day by day.

Fears

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I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

 

The fear to fall one day

Fear to be alone

Fear to be forgotten by the

Lovely sun at the beautiful sunset

Fear to fail in the test of life

Fear to jump into the ecstasy of life

Fear to be hidden in his eyes.

 

I live on the edge of the fears

Suitable or unsuitable

Worth taking

Or irrelevant.

 

Why to fear

When you are puppet

Why to fear

When you are reality

Why to fear

When you have the best

Why to fear

When you create the rest.

 

The fears are anticipated

In the backyard of the memory

On and off is the goal

To attempt the actions

With love of surety.

 

I live on the edge of the fears

Anticipated with the laws

Of courage packed in the

Inner conscious of yours.

 

Yes, I live on the edge of the fears.

 

©Bhavya Prabhakar



PHOTO BY PEXELS