Lost, I wasn't looking for you
In the dark, I search for you blind
Looking for love, I found your appeal
Beautifully broken and vulnerable
Lonely and seeking, only to be loved
...
              "so lone I drown in the side effect
              Burning in the fummimg fire
             Of everything I thought  was perfect"

~abunde

I see you in the light
I really see your feet
on the green and your
face filled with a blue
and sunshine covered
your home in the
beautiful sunny day...

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

I brought her to the hospital
And I know she is in pain
She says she’ll die today
But I know she’d sustain.

As painful it may be
As fearsome it may seem
My legs are shaking deep inside
I can hear her Scream.

You’d say I can’t feel the pain
She says its life threatening
I believe she’ll do it well
This moment of awakening.

The Doctor consoles her gently
The nurses prepare the room
My heart beats fast, yet sinks a bit
My baby is about to bloom.

I watch the process in silence
My heart is aching slow
The Doctor asks her to push
Our Child will make Her Glow.

Its a Girl and She’s beautiful
I heard the Doctor say
Everyone knows I cried
Saying Happy Mothers’ Day!!


Prashant Shaurya ©

All Rights Reserved
06/05/2021

P.S: I wrote this in the labor room while watching my wife give birth to our Daughter. It took me about 5 to 7 minutes to write till the second last stanza. I wrote the last stanza after seeing my newborn baby. My Daughter is my Universe!!

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

In the morning of yesterday
There were strangers talking in my garden, heads close together
Intent on each other, in whispers
I heard them say your name
And the earth shifted a little...the season moved forward a little
And I heard myself sigh like a dreamer

Harvesting hearts and marigolds
The thief steals in when we least expect it, masqued and lithe
Wanting an exploration of Souls
Oblivious, if we’re generous
But still the knife cuts deeply...the blade turns without intention
And I’m bleeding out like a Madrigal

I loved you too much in the Mirrorfall
I found you in the violin’s shadow
Dust and star tears are my witnesses
I love you
My joy and my abyss

A rebel to the core,
ruthless in force & form,
he lived by his sword
slaying all specious norms.
Undeterred, unflinched,
and focused like a brute,
neither pain, nor hurt
could alter his pursuit,
he lived  his life on his own terms,
making his own rules,
and raising his own storms.

My dreams are rather small
and I have no desire
to know, to feel or see it all
or set the world on fire

I want each day to be the same
and every night be clear
Towards the stars my fingers aim
while you're with me here

and I don't want to travel far
to taste some fancy dish
I only need a falling star
for us to make a wish

I watch the way he looks at her, and come to the conclusion that I want someone to look at me that way too.

The secret to knowing everything is knowing nothing at all.

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

I don't want it

Pull it
out of
me

I don't need it

Take it
out of
me

I'm going to beat it

I'm going
to eat
it

I do
not
need
it

I will
mistreat
it

because
it keeps
pushing me
away from
the door

i keep fighting it
i face it

it makes me stronger
it makes me fear

less
and
less

You spoke of love so effortlessly

But tell me, have you learned that is not the same as being able to give and receive love properly?

one wild cat was my world
only you could seen
what is it colour

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

I'm busy busy busy
I'm late I'm late I'm late
I've got to meet a rabbit
I've got to meet my fate

For if you trip and stumble
And take a long long fall
You might take some comfort
In the writing on the wall

It says the cakes a lie!
The roses were never red
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The last words that they said

There's no time for fantasy
The world's out of hand
Visit Alice another time
Curse that wonderland

We're living in the matrix
Dot dash, dot dot dot dash
We just have to accept it
As we wait for it to crash

One foot in and one foot out
Abstractify, you lazy lout
Yes, I'm sure reality's an illusion
But I can't afford to live in confusion

Of course, you can go
But I don't want you to
Of course, I don't have to know
But I feel I really do
Of course, we don't have to talk
But I will fall apart
Of course, I will let you walk
But it will crush my heart

You are the abundance of stars only visible to the dreamer in the wake of night

The sun and its companions as they glow to shine a light on the surface of your skin

You are the mischief that forms the toothy grin on the face of a child’s curiosity

The everlasting glow on their faces as they question the world around them

And I am lost in translation, confused, amused and somewhat enchanted

To you I am the clouds that hide away your blue skies

But to me I am the ones that shield you from the glare of a jealous sun

And to each other we are foreign, bordered and misunderstood

Lost in translation I’m waiting for you to understand ,
That to you; you’re nothing, but to me; you’re my dreamland

side by side we lay
my arm thrown softly across your chest
our hipbones connecting

we are light and vulnerable
we are small and fragile

the mattress presses against our backs
it supports us in this moment
that plunges us deeper down

we catch our breath and freeze
drawing out time that is measured
by your watch with missing numerals

i remember the day that i noticed
that you were thin beneath your clothes
and silently you handed me a cigarette

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I just sat down
knowing I was about to ride on a rotor of conversation,
****, I have a million things to do I thought
She just talked in circles
a huge information dump with no instruction
with the expectation following that I would leave
there and do exactly what she wanted
I just began thinking about other things
after realizing an occasional head nod and “oh, okay”would get me through this
It was still frustrating however, especially after I thought it was over and got up to leave
now I had to stand and listen, my ears hated her and my knees hated me...