P —Pen on paper.
O —Overwhelming emotions.
E —Existing wounds.
T— Tales of the heart.
R— Reflecting ifs and buts.
Y—Yesterday's memory.

Someone once asked me,
“What did you do
to become a poetess?”

I said,"nothing.
I only broke the dam of emotions
I had built over the years.

The flood of emotions
themselves turned
into poems
and I became
a poetess."
(I have my doubts)

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind a storyteller.

are the stars and the sea
still there
when the sky weeps white?

the moon lights a bed of frost.
the wind is a storyteller

and the griffons know the failure
of flesh, flesh and bones

and feeling the bones
in my crooked nose,
I understand sunrise
is not a guarantee.

the sky weeps white.

but the nightingale sometimes
sings to me of you in my dreams.


...(if the nightingale sings of me
then know I hear her too.)

Rain waits
for clouds
to fall.

Flowers wait
for spring
to bloom.

Heart waits
for someone
to love.

Your
Irresponsible
May
Neglect
By
Loved one's
But
Your
Response
Sometimes
Out of reach
By
Your
Loved one's
                          - Amisha priya