My father's name means
'one who doesn't mourn'.
But I have seen him
Grieving for his
Grim childhood, broken
Home, fading away of
His own father after
Prolonged sickness, his
widowed mother of
Twenty years and his
Four year old self.
Maybe sometimes your
Name isn't something
You are, but something
You should be.
-Sayali Parkar
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:23 AM UTC
A poem is a woven
Spell; which can
Mend a broken heart,
Build up crumbled
Hopes.
Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Your love pattered,
On the earthen roofs
Of my heart, awakening
Everything within.
-Sayali Parkar
Aug 28, 2018
Aug 28, 2018 at 6:47 AM UTC
Sing me a song,
Of light that was
Always mine,
Sing me a song,
Of the little
Moments that weave
My life,
Sing me a song,
Of the burning
Embers of desires
Within me,
Sing me a song,
Of time, which
Will take forever
To end.
-Sayali Parkar
Jul 24, 2018
Jul 24, 2018 at 11:18 AM UTC
I belong to
The gusty
Winds, that
Whisper
Sweet nothings
To me,
I belong to
The red of
My roses
And the
Captivating
Aroma they
Emanate,
I belong to
The soil, and
The way it
Nurtures and
Even accepts
The dead,
I belong to
The rain, which
Quenches the
Thirst of the
Parched soil,
I belong to
Him, who
Loves my
Soul, despite
Of the scars
Which sullied
It, and can kiss
Those scars
Back to whole.
// Belong
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 20, 2018
Jun 20, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC
Sometimes
Letting go
Is the only
Thing you
Can hold
on to.
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Through the
Peepholes of
Your eyes,
I can see
Your soul,
And I can't
Wait to love
it.
//Soul
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 6:03 AM UTC
Let me fill
In your embrace,
Let your heart
Hum its beats
to me,
Let me hear
The sweetest
Lullaby,
Let my chaos
Sleep.
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 8:37 AM UTC
Your petals
won't be
curled in
for long,
they'll open,
you'll bloom.
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
As long as
The wind
Blows,
The rain
Wets the
Parched soil,
The blades
Of grass,
Break the
Ground,
The roses
Emanate
The aromatic
Aura,
Bees hover
Over the
Flowers,
You love me
By all your
Heart,
I'll have
Stories to
Tell.
// As long as
-Sayali Parkar
Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC