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prashant-shaurya
prashant-shaurya
33/M/Gurgaon While life reveals several of its facets, we choose a few of them for our own. I'm a banker by profession and poet by passion. Welcome to my world of poetry!
Maai, I wouldn’t have gone this far Never would have dared to do this But you weren’t around to guide me And baba said you won’t return. Maai, I feel homeless without you Like a droplet fallen away From the sea and far from thee But baba never consoled me. Maai I never knew the meaning Of those volcanic emotions underneath your struggle and smile But baba never saw your fears. Maai, you’ve gone away too far To a place that you deem safe Where no one knows that you and I are bound together by fate. Prashant Shaurya ©
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Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 12:43 PM UTC
Maai (Mother)
I saw her in my dream last night Silhouetted against the moonlit sky Dissolved in the aura of the moon She asked me if I wished to fly. Her magic warmed my rustic soul Deep musings came to life, encore She swayed her hands to heal my heart; Together we’d fly or fall apart. To all the great powers that be Grant me a pair of wings to see What lies above the bright blue sky I wish to fly, I wish to fly. Prashant Shaurya © 
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Jan 14, 2023
Jan 14, 2023 at 2:25 PM UTC
Silhouette
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!!
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 1:22 AM UTC
Childbirth!!
She moved her feet to nature’s tunes Dancing in chorus of the rain She flew with the rhythm of the wind And lightning added to the frame My monsoon muse got drenched in rain While she danced in ethereal sprees The peacocks danced along with her And so did the mighty trees. Prashant Shaurya ©
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
Monsoon Musings-IV
The raging river tears apart Mighty Himalayas’ sturdy frame It pierces the mountain’s rocky heart Burgeons, to fertilise the plains. The mist conspires with the clouds To pour down on the foothills weak Which crumble across the hilly terrain To break the traveller’s winning streak. Prashant Shaurya ©
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
Landslide
~~~~~~~~~~~~~1~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The valiant king rode across A perilous mountain pass, which Led to a mystic who could Dispel the chance of death at war. He roved along the rough terrain Through rows of shuddering pine His journey had no sojourn till He'd drink the elixir wine. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~2~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage lived in a far flung place Amidst mountains old as time In that ancient talismanic cave He reached his spiritual prime. No man had ever seen the sage Yet stories had been told, of those Who sipped that miracle wine And rose above their woes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~3~~~~~~~~~~~~ The king kneeled down before the sage To narrate his woes through prayer Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord, For my nation's in despair. The gory war's killed umpteen men My army faces defeat Bless and save my people, O Lord! For the enemy won't retreat. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~4~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The sage looked at the distressed king Whose heartbeats had sunken low For only the saint's miracle Could help him fight the foe. The sage did cast a magic spell Pressed the ruler's armour of steel Then said go back and fight my king Triumph, and help your nation heal. Prashant Shaurya © All Rights Reserved 17-04-2019
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:06 AM UTC
The Mystic and the King
She held a heap of firewood Atop her tender head Walking down the narrow road That led to her hamlet. That old banyan tree couldn't Allure her with its shade Nor the burning sideways Could force her pace to jade. No sign of sorrow, grief or pain As quiet as she could be Would death alter her calm Or would it set her free. Prashant Shaurya ©
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Oct 8, 2017
Oct 8, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
The Underlying
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs While sailors grieved 'bout homeland far For eyes couldn't see that distant place Where sun shines bright and night has stars. As drowning sun was bleeding red The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs 'Bout Mothers ailing far away And children weeping in dismay. The horizon at distance glowed While winds convulsed the sailors' hearts The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs When twilight welcomed the North Star. The bright full moon propelled the tides Which gave the ships new lease of life As sailors left the shores in haste The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs. Prashant Shaurya ©
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Bereavement {Quatern}
In a world which is Topsy-turvy round I'd see You with Feelings profound. On a day when all The world turns vile I'd seek solace in Your genial smile. In springtime when The flowers bloom I'd dance with you in A shimmering ballroom. Come ride with me On a merry-go-round And fetch our share Of joys abound. Prashant Shaurya © All Rights Reserved
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Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Late Night Musings-II
The waves whispered into my ears
 Lyrical notes of songs unknown
 Which mingled with the whisky fumes 
To feed my senses on those tunes.

 When the seaside lass held my gaze
 The waves whispered into my ears 
'Bout how the breeze played with her hair And how the moon couldn't help but stare.

 While whisky saved its magic spell
 For stories, only time would tell
 The waves whispered into my ears
 To warn me that love could bring tears. 

The playful breeze still brought her scent Albeit the sun shower made her dance Enchanted by my April muse 
The waves whispered into my ears.

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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 2:34 AM UTC
Waves and Whiskey Quatern