I dip my fingers in me
thinking of your face.
biting my lips,
figuring out your taste.
you seem like a
drop of sweat on my nape,
honey milk on my waist.
One summer
you shall flow
and the flowers
would glow waiting
for the rains.
Do not haze, neither haste.
the world inside me will tremble,
and so will my skin.
for some stones
now know
how a bud blossom
in the cold snow.
©ladywithpen
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 2:32 PM UTC
In the light, we laugh
under the moon, we gleam.
lying on the dry grass
of an unknown field.
we talk about how
on a cold mountain
one day,
we'll wrap our arms
around each other
humming the songs
of our summery dreams.
_PrernaK
Mar 10, 2019
Mar 10, 2019 at 12:46 PM UTC
We were asked
to make wine.
We made poison as well.
©ladywithpen
Mar 8, 2019
Mar 8, 2019 at 12:29 PM UTC
I lick the snake bites
on my thighs,
call it healing.
poison in my veins,
in my head.
wound's cold now,
so am I.
Prerna K
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:22 PM UTC
A song
my eyes, your face.
an evening, mellowed down.
my arms around your neck
your hands tickling on my waist.
worn out t-shirt and old nightdress.
A perfect date.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 2:47 AM UTC
Lets just walk a mile
for a while
not thinking
about where to go
all the places
I stroll with your
hand in mine
would be our destination.
©ladywithpen
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
my mother would say,
"Some people are moon
of a haunted night,
but child never forget
you're the wildflower
that grows without any light.
you shall grow,
you will grow,
you must grow
You must fight
to become the light
of the haunted night".
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
Morning haze,
I wake up
running
out of words.
I close my eyes,
look for your face
and just like that
a poem emerges.
Prerna K
Feb 24, 2019
Feb 24, 2019 at 12:37 PM UTC