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
“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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Lock me down at the seashore ; carry me to the caves of destiny. Lock me down in the darkness of the wild, to sink into the gloomy shades of mine. Lock me down on the mountains, to catch hold of the heights unknown. Lock me down in the ocean, to create the history of motion. Lock me down in the dilemma of life, to argue with the hopes of life. Lock me down in the room, to disagree and to agree with the first draft of mine. Lock me down in the memories of thine, to comprehend the existing version of mine. Lock me down between the lines, to be searched with a desire known, understood only by some!!! ©️bhavya
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An attempt, an urge for a clean and pure environment 🙏🙏
The day started with little laze,
wondering if it’s the same roof under
which I started giggling.
I was lost in something gazing at the trees
visible through my window.
What it was ? Was it a myth?
I could not stop gazing at the little creatures
chirping loudly, fighting with each other.
Lost in thinking about this old wicked Leprechaun,
who often came in my dreams
in a modern stereotypical depiction.
In an era of moderation, I liked his appearance
quite chic to disturb my sleep.
My sleep wanting his presence,
to be lost again in his mischievous attempts.
The gaze is not yet over, leprechaun became
an imaginary character of my insomnia!!
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