I am an artist of love
and I am painting
a canvas over a canvas,
A colour over a colour,
A vision over a vision
And a scenery over a scenery
Thinking...
That maybe someday
I paint a perfect picture
But every time I tried
A colour merged with another
A knife scrapped a brush stroke
A vision embedded in another
And the scenery lost its form
'Twasn't the one I had erased
Nor the one I had planned
Neither the hues of the past
Nor the ones coveted by tomorrows
But somewhere in the middle
A blend of all.
With the fragrance of fresh and old paint,
A scenery with the meadows in hues of the sea
A morning sky painted like a blue-black starry sky
And somewhere in between the leaching colours
Was my bleeding heart!
Somewhere between the layers
I was standing still in love.
(c) Dr. Prerna Singla.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:31 AM UTC
Corpses adorn the war lands,
The music of freedom can be heard.
The air of the graveyards hymms the tune..
Freedom! Freedom! we sing...
(C) Dr. Prerna Singla.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 2:10 AM UTC
The scavenger waits
End of a life
So as to feast
On a dead child’s meat
If at all the silly bird knew
It was just a sheet of skin
Wrapped on a cage of bones
For the meat was already devoured
In his struggle to survive.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 14 Nov. 2015. All Rights Reserved.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 7:13 AM UTC
13 shades of blue
With strokes of brush
****** in leathery paint
I Colour me treize
Hues of blues
Into the blue yonder
Runs my mind
Picking for my throes
Carnations blue
Cerulean paint I
Silence of my orbs
Dandelion desires
Shimmer sapphire hue
Laughter echoes
Waterfalls Periwinkle
Meconopsis curiosities
Walking avenues
Rocking plopping
Dances my heart
As morning glories
Jewelled with dew
Electric energy, glacial blush
Reflected from mine zaffre soul
Clematis colored my Aster touch
I - a blend of Majorelle blues.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015.
Please note that the poetry is copyrighted by Law.
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Fairy thimbles = related to fairies
Aster flower = healing
Morning glory = borns in day dies in evening
Blue hibiscus = splendour , serenity
Clematis = mental power, courage faithfulness
Dandelion = happiness
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 3:43 PM UTC
"I don't fear falling. I fear stagnation."
© Dr. Prerna Singla, 2015
Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 3:47 PM UTC
Like the rains drench the
soil, drench me in your
love. Let there be a
Thunderstorm
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 2015
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
The scavenger waits
End of a life
So as to feast
On a dead child’s meat
If at all the silly bird knew
It was just a sheet of skin
Wrapped on a cage of bones
For the meat was already devoured
In his struggle to survive.
© Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 14 Nov. 2015
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC
"If at all I could paint, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a poet.
"If at all I could write, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a writer.
"If at all I could see, I would paint a picture..."
wondered a vision-less mind.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
The difference between the first love and the last love is like the difference between life & death. The former is the beginning, the later the absolution.
- Dr. PRERNA SINGLA
Oct 23, 2015
Oct 23, 2015 at 4:48 PM UTC
“I saw the lovely smile on your face
A memory I always embrace
Silently through the bars of that door
I would watch you all so more
Dreaming to be a part of your life
Propose with a rose, make you my wife
And I think how I would?
Though not on the knee, on a wheelchair I could.
I can love you more than anybody
If at all you can see
Beyond my physical inefficiency
If my soul you fancy
Instead of my broken vessel
I will win over all hassle
Only for your love my love
Only if you are with me my dove
How do I tell the fears my flaws bring?
My inabilities from summer to spring
But not a burden on your being
I will love you as my queen
For once come fall in love with my soul”
She heard what he uttered as a whole
Kissed him on his lips
“I love you no matter the broken ship”
Smiled and later married the two
Love stories are many, rare a few.
© Dr. Prerna Singla, 27 MAY, 2015
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC