In the dreams

In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Stunning and sympathetic

Tendering his resignation

Of the wedding bells

In the light of darkness

Of the first sight.

 

In the dreams

She saw this faceless being

Dusky and charismatic

Doting on her

Till the last breath of the spring

In the presence of sunshine

Of the first rendezvous.

 

Sad is the time

When she could not

Recognise this faceless being

The years of attention

Fail to carve his figure

Even on the sand of time

O! my stranger…….

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Faceless

Faceless

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Provoke!

Provoke the guilt

To come out

Say loud

To be true

In front of divine.

 

Provoke the love

To stay long

Feel more

To be pure

In front of hatred.

 

Provoke the rage

To remain calm

Hesitate more

To be right

In front of harmony.

 

Provoke the betrayal

To run fast

Haunt much more

To be honest

In front of truth.

 

Provoke the soul

To forgive others

Bless the entity

To be generous

In front of actuality

Of yours…….

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Provoke

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The only word!

The only word

Creating nuance

With the chords

In her mind

To find out

The reasons

Behind the noise

Buzzing along

The backyard

To the front

Of her house.

 

The only word

Seeking attention

Of the throng

In her house

Is the noise

Or the exercise

Of her mind.

 

The only word

Having the pretension

Of the limelight

In her memory

Is the noise

Or the advise

Of the words.

 

The only word

Noising aloud

To be true

Or false

Is the noise

Or the compromise

of her life….!!!!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Noise

Noise

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Happy Birthday!!

The stars witness

Your brightness

Your charisma

With a melisma.

The stars celebrate

Your birthdate

Your arrival

At a life festival.

The stars light up

Your day and night

With a cake of choice

On the occasion of rejoice.

 

Suddenly, I realised

To wish Many Many

Happy returns of the

Day!!!!!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Suddenly

Suddenly

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The fact!

When the fact is itself

surprised at the hidden facts

in the melodrama of life

Am I sound enough

to be a proven fact

in a shabby attire

to be called a fact

of life!

Despite the fact that

my factuality is

sometimes in question

to reach the reality.

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar             #microtale   

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via Daily Prompt: Fact

Fact

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I am typical!!!

I am typical

When the alarm bell starts to ring in my head

To come out of lucid dream

And I don’t recall the scenario.

I am typical

  When the doors and windows are closed

At the moon’s arrival

And I don’t have the keys.

I am typical

When the rain surprises at the footstep

With the hiding clouds

And I don’t have a rescue.

I am typical

When the ink wants to write

About the scars and the wounds

And I don’t feel the pain.

I am typical

When the will is bursting out

To call in the midnight love

But he was bent.

I am typical

You are typical

Let’s regard each other’s

Typicality to avoid criticism!!

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Typical

Typical

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Buying a fabric!!!

 

The fabric of the society

is damaged

or getting damaged

slowly or steadily!

 

But this multicultural fabric

of the community

has tremendous hues

of affection and innovation.

In which, she toiled all day

to select a fabric

of her choice 

to decorate her new house

neglecting the damage

happened to the society

of chaos.

 

She said,

“don’t fabricate 

the superfluous imagination

of the reality

I have my own 

strategy to avoid 

the negativity of the world

buying a fabric 

is a skill

of my talent.”

 

 Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Fabric

Fabric

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Above and below!!

Above is the sky

below is the earth

the human beings are

in the anxiety of dilemma

muddled by a game of destiny.

 

Everything seems gigantic 

above and below

nobody wants to be forgotten

in the meeting of two

at the horizon.

 

They aim to unite

in the hues of 

love and happiness

alas! they can’t

it’s only in our visualisation 

above and below

the sky and the earth!!!!

 

Copyright Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Above

Above

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O! I met thee, my Poetry!!

My dim eyes

in a dim room

thinking about

the dim recollection of past

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in an unexpected way

when my dim ideas

were running

to catch a train

of dimmed words

in a haphazard manner

I found a corner seat

in a dim silence

when I penned

my first dim collection

O! I met thee, my Poetry

in the rising day

when my dim paper

became a reflection

of musing.

 

O! I met thee, my Poetry!!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Dim

Dim

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If she had a premonition!!!

If she had a premonition

That he wouldn’t call

His words were a game

Fake is thou, the face

Betrayal is a pleasure.

 

If she had a premonition

Of his escape to wonderland

Of his fabricated story

She would plan

Her fairytale of glory.

 

If she had a premonition

Of the sudden dismissal

Of a vexatious situation

She would carry

Her hopes to suspension.

 

If she had a premonition

Of a new ingress offered

By the paranormal powers

She wouldn’t perturb

At the outside noises.

 

If she had a premonition

Of his jovial arrival

Of his exciting viewpoint

She wouldn’t think

of the previous inclination!

 

(c)Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Premonition

Premonition

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The sky!!

The wide sky

with shining blue 

far from the earth

having astral bodies

is a dream or reality?

The shy sky

with running clouds

when the windows are misty

with moisture of the season

The innocent sky

with some astral influences

calling the bodies 

to unite in peace.

The red sky

is all set 

to greet the summers

with viridescent leaves

to blossom with the

arrival of dove

Finally, she sensed the

astral experiences

while walking down 

the street of haven

is it a fairytale!

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Astral

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A foreign language!!!

 

Is foreign language interesting?

If the will is incompetent

To memorise the grammar rules

To practice the oral competence.

 

Is foreign language productive?

With its diversified culture

To groom a creative

With an opening lecture.

 

Is French language mandatory?

To travel the “City of lights”

To be conversant with the

French culture and people.

 

But she was conversant in French

Admiring Notre Dame of Paris

With her conversant travels

In the “Hexagon”, Europe.

 

She affirmed, a foreign language

Is a blessing of knowledge

Never a waste

Not to be learned in haste.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Conversant

Conversant

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The Rain!!!

“The rain once said to the ground, it’s my time to showcase the strength, don’t be gloomy rather be heroic to accept me”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Bhavya Prabhakar                                                              

The sky is blue

and the clouds are dense

the rains have no clue

to fall

or to stay inside

until the ground is ready

to embrace like his muse

with love and tender.

 

The ground agonises about

his identity and appearance

assaying to gather

his importance

in the nature

but the rain explains

that our integration has

power to create

the wonders

in the horizon.

 

Let’s be tranquil

in each other’s presence

don’t despise me for

my beauty

let’s assay to unite

on the day of my arrival

Be my chevalier

to be lost

in the glory!!!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Assay

Assay

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An honest crust!!!

A life of chances

In a glance of cycle

Where survival is tough

With an honest crust.

 

Where the gold is as bright

As the light of the Sun

With a sparkling golden effect

Encrusted with a precious stone, ruby.

 

She gave him a doleful look

With her doleful eyes

As gold is extortionate

For her honest crust.

 

Their bread-and-butter

Is not encrusted

With the ornaments

Or full of stones

But their honest crust

Is love and purity

Of being the angelic Soul.

 

Let’s be patient

In the life of harmony

An honest crust

Can be encrusted

With healthy food too.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Encrusted

Encrusted

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The Fort!

Amber Fort, Jaipur, India

The History is vast

The heritage reflects its attraction

The architecture is eye candy

No one wonders its glory.

 

The trees are still alike

They used to be once

The shine is still vivid

In the eyes of spectators.

 

The king had the power

The queens had the empower

To create the magnificent

Culture of blessings.

 

Is the History dynamic

Or constant?

She asked the Fort

To frame the stories

Of ancestors.

 

A constant effort

Was required to build

Up the walls of the Fort

So that the tourists are spirited

To visit this enormous

Beauty of the pink city

To enrich the knowledge.

 

The History is unique

But not constant

In its own way

So cherish the commendation

In the form of creativity.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Constant

Constant

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Why!!

Why

and for what

The questions

keep suffocating

her inside

Why

she should

compromise when

the Sun has liberty

the Moon has its light

the stars have their

own shine

why can’t she shine

the way she aspires to??

 

The compromise

told her

I am a choice

or may be a solution

but not a duty

to opt for

so the ball

is yours

to decide on

but if the dignity

is jealous

don’t compromise

to entertain

the throng

of your pleasures.

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Compromise

Compromise

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He called her a Rube!!!!

An overcrowded world, is on cloud nine

People are so agitated in a stupid scrimmage

To run and breathe for survival

The haze has covered, the surrounding

She is trying to look at him, in a haze of smoke

The blurred vision carves his figure on a wood

To sense and touch the scented body

To attain the lost connection

To cease the time of separation

But he called her a rube!!!!!

 

Calling her a rube, was an intent

The urge was to deny, the authority

To carry on the battle

With his impeccable locution

To state that the country is full of rubes

To insist on the importance of education

To disregard her amicable remarks

To concoct an imaginary plot

While his eyelids were drooping, to sleep

In the illusion of freedom.

 

But he is still calling her a rube!!!!!

 

(c)Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Rube

Rube

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What is your costume!!!!

 

The occasion has arrived

with some delightful smiles

it was overdramatised

with her manic grin

while the throng frenzied

over the costume of tonight

the special arrangements

had been made in droves

with the flame of candles

she asked with a pause

what is your costume??

 

A broken silence came

from the hidden account

gleaming and sparkling

pure and naive

I am light, The Soul

without any costume.

 

She stared at her

into the mirror with dubiety

to admire her red costume

to realise that shimmery effect

to glow in the reflection

but a disappointment

came from that side.

 

She questioned again

what is my costume!!!!!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Costume

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/costume/”>Costume</a&gt;

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Your suspicious eyes!!!

 

Up and down

rolling in suspicions

to understand the reasons

why your eyes have

such a strong expression

to communicate through gestures

without sounds still comprehensive

to convey messages

to enunciate the language

of love and anger.

 

Your suspicious eyes

taking me to a dream flight

from the dense clouds

to great oceans of doubts

the watery effect of your eyes

showing me the deep blue sea

as deep as your sentiments

of the blue eyes.

 

Your suspicious eyes

telling me every time

to open the eyes

and come out of the

suspicious dream!!!

 

Bhavya Prabhakar

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via Daily Prompt: Suspicious

<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/suspicious/”>Suspicious</a&gt;

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