Drop by drop i saw
Shedding in the leaves of leaping flame
Have you seen deadpan tears ?
They are melt of .
Broken fire ,broken dreams ,and broken soul .
All my little eyes saw in bruised broken bangles.
My little heart balked to revolt ,but too much was her endurance !
It was not a tale of yearlong ,
But long a long
So long that nobody want to remember
Even my pen don’t want to spread much ink
As it brings a flood of red tears in black December .
Dr Pragya Suman
copyright@pragya suman
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 9:44 AM UTC
when sigh forbade
to subdue
and exhaled out in a screech
tearing away the soul,
I saw futile war of ism
got littered in soiled red brook
that gushed away
beneath the red flag whole.
The ****** of red tell was yet to come
I saw a thin flesh of skeleton
alive and stood
against the mighty tank, which shook
everything at once in a moment.
Fear was in the air, tremble in mine curtains everything moved up except one
I blinked up my shutters.
Now I move up the world again and again.
Copyright @Dr Pragya suman
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Footnote: This is not the first time that China is facing blame for the Corona crisis. On Tiananmen square, one of the most heinous pogrom was done. Many students who were advocating democracy slaughtered broad and daylight. A photographer named Charlie Cole captured that moment in his camera .
China has always followed expansionary policy.
#Tiananmen square
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 8:41 AM UTC
I erupted out of the cocoon
insular island,
tiny larva
budding in me, moving
among the raw skyscrapers.
Drilling in scaffold
makes a hole
in my bleak bone.
I halted at a cart of voluble vender
Both are sellers.
In paper cone of salty few nuts ,
I selled ,
A stark loner.
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 10:18 AM UTC
I took in the suburb my first facelift,
failed in the graveyard
In the pestle dusk
venus was overhead
got charred.
Lightning rod in the creek
of my skull
is rusted,
Undertow churning wheel of whirlpool
giving fresh wrinkles up
Too much
for my fragile facelifts.
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 8:29 AM UTC
"Beauties are scattered in **** form on the sea beaches", Albert Camus wisphered in a mesmerising moment. I agree with you Albert.
One day I was sipping Wine by hiding it in a coconut shell, you were lingering in my memory . I seek salvation in hiding because I am a tropical lady. For hundred years I didn't see the sun , though that was overhead ,and I was in my anthill.
I am black ant trailing among stalagmites, skyscrapers and scruples in biting bread.
One day I left my ahead ant prints which were carved from hundreds of years ago. I derailed and came beneath the same car of your last riding.
I still look for the beaches and want to take a dip, but I cannot, you know my wings have gone along with you.
Copyright@Dr Pragya suman
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 7:31 AM UTC
Me a tiny tot , would throw pebbles
on the storm ,to get them to stop !
wrong I was, as like uncontrollable rhyme
they subterfuge me still .
I am a seeker of shelly ,
but rugged words of Carlyle
have been trolling me !
In the days of festive bath, my feet were
stand still in the bottom but
hands moving on the flapping waves !
Standing on the bank ,
my mother caught my malingering.
I am still half and half
in breakage of mine .
Though I am invisible
as my mother is no more !
Copyright @Dr Pragya Suman
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 2:49 AM UTC
The concoction of cobweb caught me
in curved core ,
beats of rhythms slithered away…!
Minarets of constantinople trapped in
as spinning disc of krishna The Lord
got chiseled in the liar's sword.
Hooves of stallions nudged away
when my hand slained my heart
oneday i would invite my God
to be with me in my concoction and
rotten reflections .
my faults would endure the curse
I am one who spoiled God !
Copyright@Dr Pragya Suman
Mar 15, 2020
Mar 15, 2020 at 1:58 PM UTC
As you were standing among the crowd
Like a delicate tendril upon the spear of chauvinist !
Your dignity was sulking and sapping out by and by
I was little enough to pick your peril
But I still dared and you survived…
You know when for a brief our glance met and I caught your moist
Clouds were witness and they endured my melting iron heart
So many years has gone
Whenever raining happens
my body quivers at the mere touch of that moist .
Dr Pragya Suman
copyright@pragya suman 2/3/2020
Mar 2, 2020
Mar 2, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
When in a desolate enlightened evening
I made tea ,you looked bemused for a while
Washed down in one gulp ,as drastic depart was going to be there
Denial was in your eyes ,tears were in my heart
Last waving hand is still in the air !
I drank your left ...
My lip got charred as fire was in your leftover.
That day my black lip sang a song of bereavement .
Since then i have endured multiple fire
Until the flame of a pyre came to my rescue !
I saw your sublimation in ,reduced to ashes
As flames were leaping in the graveyard
A fire was also alighted in my heart
My soul engulfed all of them in a glow
That day i became snow .
Dr Pragya SUMAN
copyright@drpragyasuman
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC