Are you rebellious enough

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Are you rebellious enough?

To shake the world

To hang till death

To rub off the ribs

If it’s about your sister.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To remove the clichés

To provoke the world

To evoke a sense of respect

If it’s about your mother.

 

Are you rebellious enough?

To protest against defaulters

To investigate the law

To prove that men can be innocent

If it’s about your brother.

 

The rebels shouldn’t be biased

Of the gender, caste or creed

End this myth

With a new beginning!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Rebel


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Stop and Stare

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Stop and stare

At the mirror

Is it the same reflection

when you were guilty?

 

The guilt raised the voice,

“I am not guilty

Of the old sin

Cemented with heavy bricks

Of the cold war.”

 

Stop and stare

At the water

Is it as blue as

When you first dipped

Your hands into the colour?

 

The water filled with despair

Singing the old song

Waving in the rhythm

To show the denial

Of the discolouration.

 

Stop and stare

At the eccentric world

Are they as epic as

The centric ones.

 

Running from the limelight

To cool down

The guilt inside

Craving to be candid

With the leisures of life!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Personal photo taken by me in Mumbai, staring and imagning the world around!

Rapid fire round!

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He said,“ let’s play

rapid fire round

in a mystic way,

close your eyes

imagine the world

that shines up in the sky.”

 

She insisted on the fact

“ why to play this game?

when the glory is all set

to open the wings

of purity and divinity!”

 

Rapid is just merely

An intention of the mind

To start a game of requirement

The idea was to build

A trust of corner

In the beam of light.

 

Is it possible

Not to apply the conditions

Of the round

When the rapid

Was not your intention……!

 

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Rapid


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A cup of coffee

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Bubbles all around

In my cup of coffee

I first saw him

Sipping the coffee

My upper lip was covered

With froth of desire.

 

Bubbles disappear soon

As soon as I sipped my coffee

Scrolling the keys

Reading some random pages

To create the flow of feelings

With the foam of love

Along with the thirsty ideas.

 

Mood was to sip slowly

To hold on the mood gradually

The Beats in the café

Were catching the attention

To dwell on the swing

Of that rendezvous.

 

Coffee was about to finish

Still in the aura of first sip

On the layers of foam

With the froth of will.

 

Wanting more bubbles

In the flight of dreams

The sugary effect was caramelised

To have sweeter and brown memories

In the end of conversation.

 

Could boomerang on me

If given more attention!

 

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In the kitchen!!

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That figure

Coming to my mind

Like the intervals of time

With some excuses

To cheat in the present

With the past hours.

 

Why to crib

For the sake of…

Was it like a cupcake!

With a strawberry touch

Soft and spongy

To water the lips

With the desire of.

 

The cords have been trashed

That figure is blurred now

With the passage of time

Still wondering in the moonlight

If I could have a glimpse,

I would have shown the courage

Inside the foolish fellow.

 

It sucks just temporarily

When the figure is no more a figure

It has become a dark spot

With some darker shades

Just to ruin you from outside.

 

Smelling the past

Was sometimes an easy attempt

To cook and fry the present

In a crispy way

With a mint flavour

To sauté some figures

In a fresh recipe of life.

 

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If I had known!

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If I had known that he had some plans up his sleeve, I would have surrendered long back with the storms inside.

 

If I had known, the storms had calmed long back to settle the words inside, knocking to burst out.

 

If I had known, the barriers kept would be the open gates to receive the warm welcome, blushing all the day with the charm.

 

If I had known that he had some tricks up his sleeve, I would have been a white pigeon with closed eyes, cooing all night to have a relaxed tomorrow.

 

But the present said,“ your blind eyes turned to be the milestone of future, giving the treasures along with the pleasures of the life.”

 

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Sleeve


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You never fail to astonish me!

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You never fail to astonish me

With shining eyes

That deep eyeball

Rolling to start

A lovely gesture

Full of surprise.

 

You never fail to astonish me

With that silly grin

Seeking all my attention

To catch hold on my nerves

With an intention

To touch the heart.

 

You never ever fail to astonish me

With your weirdness

Matching the situations

To give an astonishing touch

With your warm arms

To adore the soul.

 

Even if you fail

You again astonish me

With your softhearted behaviour

Like a softness of palm

To give more reasons

To melt instantly.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Astonish


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Met a cur!

Peeping through the window

To look at the shadow

Which is never a cur.

 

The shadow symbolises honesty

Never leaves you in light

To become a part of that bright.

 

The throng is busy

Updating the status of life

Whereas the shadow is calm

To observe the birds happily fighting

Over food and shelter.

 

But they are not pretending at all

Like I met an attractive cur

Dazzled by the hidden lust

Layering the butter around

To fatten the belly

With the unspoken mean words.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Cur


 

Elaborate!!

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Elaborate to the world

That you have wings to fly

That you have dreams to fulfil

That you have plans to implement.

 

Why to elaborate then

When the things are unpredictable

But this human whim

Yearning all the time to fly

When the will is high.

 

If he could have

Stopped and elaborated more

With much concern and love

But, I was knocking

At the wrong door

As good things come

Little later to surprise

The symphony of life.

 

He elaborated much

But, I failed to comprehend

His indications to end

The walk on same path

with hidden excuses.

 

Happy is the day

Because I failed

I have won the heart

Of the present time

Ready to read

This new chapter of my book.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


Elaborate


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Loss and Profit

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What is Loss?

If the loss is

changeable

according to

situations!

The loss is

To be bankrupt

To be jobless

To be guilty

To be forgotten

Or the loss is losing

Your loved ones

In the fight of

Life and death.

 

What is Profit?

Wining a lottery

Lakhs in account

To be beautiful

Luxuries around.

Or the profit is

Having the dear

Ones around

Giving affection

And strength.

 

Loss and Profit

Depend on each other

To compliment the equation

For a luminescent outcome

In the reality of life

To give the luminescent

Mixture in the limelight.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Luminescent

Luminescent


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Roller coaster

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On the roller coaster

I was feeling so high

Like a diamond

In the sky.

 

On the roller coaster

You and I

Were riding on a magical horse

full of treasures and pleasures.

 

On the roller coaster

Excitement was jumping high

My stomach was churning

With the crushing air.

 

On the roller coaster

The eyes were closed

With the wet hands

The water was churning

And the boat was moving

While coming down.

 

I had goosebumps

On this moving ride

Flying in an

Open air, holding hands

His presence made me

take an oath

Of togetherness.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Churn

Churn


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His radiant smile!

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His radiant smile is creating much nuance

of the feeling of being shy, every time his eyes

 

glitter with the wish to seduce the touch of the

innocence. His radiant confidence dare not change

 

the existing truth of mine, keeps me fully

charged to match his mind. His radiant aura has

 

a magnificent pleasure as the treasures of life, what

if, the pleasures turn to be little soggy on the path of

 

hurdles. The only satisfying fact is his radiant smile,

that every time gives me signal to forget the worries

 

of that time, which had restlessness at the back of mind.

One may have a shining skin to attract the first time but his

 

radiant personality needs no such thing, it’s only the

acceptance that keeps him radiant and different.

 

So let’s be radiant in this world with much acceptance

of the flaws.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Radiant

Radiant


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The Warning!

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She warned

He warned

They warned

Nothing came out

In the end.

 

The warnings

Were hiding

To betray

The angel

To teach

The lesson.

 

Why the lesson

Is learned

Only after

Being ditched?

 

She warned

He warned

They warned

But nobody

Had the daring

To play safe.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Warning

Warning


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The betrayal

 

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The betrayal

is upset

with the result,

which came

after being betrayed

by the storms of life.

 

Who has valid

reason

the betrayal

or the one

being betrayed?

 

Who will tell

the truth

of the life?

 

The answers

feel shy

to face

the reality,

everyone is

right, it’s only

the time that

keeps shuffling.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Betrayed

Betrayed


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On the beach!

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Under the sky

Where the waves rhyme

That noise was

Like a quartet

Of Beethoven

To my ears.

 

On the beach

Craving to grasp

His hands softly

And tightly

To feel the watery

Effect in his eyes

Like the touch of

His fingers

On my spine.

 

On the beach

The waves giggling

To come at my feet

Like I giggle

To kiss him with pride

When the drops of love

Singing the song

Of Beethoven.

 

On the beach

The sun kissed

Quartet, arranging

The love tune

To start a ball dance

Under the bright sky.

 

Slowly and gradually

The hot sand

Is getting cooler

With the wet love

Of the loving souls.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Quartet

Quartet


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First meeting!

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I was in a foreign land

In a bloomy weather

Without expectations

In a causal state.

“You are cute”,

Was the remark

To score the marks

Of the day.

The innocence was foreign

To the dark side

Hidden in the corner

Of his mind.

The lofty ideals

Were also foreign

To the pretended deals

Of the first time.

Then he said,

“It’s always the first time

So the foreigns things 

Will soon be aware

Of our familiarity!”

 

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via Daily Prompt: Foreign

Foreign


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The ring!!

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In the eyes

Where I have no fear

As I have my dear

No need for the dyes

As the colours are reflecting

The glow of my cheeks.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a pipe dream

As the nightmares scream

In the backyard of my sleep

No need to weep

For the talisman.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a shadow

Of the things being in overshadow

Why I fumble with the ring

Was once a talisman

Of the spring.

 

In the eyes

Where I have a strong 

Feeling of the wrong

Things which never done

So be bold in the throng

With your talisman of present,

The ring!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Talisman

Talisman


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The invisible emotions!

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The emotions were visible on her face,

when she gazed at him.

 

The surrounding was numbed in the beats of drum,

her love was not invisible in the action of heat.

 

The peace had taken the place of the wolf,

like the fighting spirit in the game of golf.

 

Yet, she was ignorant of the silly things,

loving the entities was the only inkling.

 

When she became invisible in his visible eyes,

it was the lust of life that led to the goodbyes

 

to the loving commitment. The blindness covered the path

with her blurred vision, playing a round of a death

 

with the deadly sins. Don’t be invisible, feel her heartbeat

in the beats of his brain.

 

Some colours never fade in the memory of life, it’s only the

feelings keep changing in the space of time.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar


via Daily Prompt: Invisible

Invisible


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