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Pranav Mahajan Aug 2020
Dressed in radiant sunlight,
Found your place in my heart,
Made it yours, filled it with warmth.

Your soul intertwined with mine,
Adorning my being like a jewel,
Shining, beautiful, strong.

You bring indescribable joy,
As strong as wild rivers' flow.

Wish to be your home,
Not ever give you a reason to let go,
Have you forever and more.

You are my home,
For every today and tomorrow.
This is supposed to be sort of a birthday gift for someone special to me and I would really, really appreciate any suggestions for improvement. TIA 😊
Pranav Mahajan May 2020
Once again, the shades are closing in,
Only escape is locked with my dreams.
Heavy is the curse borne by my kin,
Soon my turn will come, it seems.

Mother was eaten up from within,
Though I could never hear her screams.
She drowned to win her battle,
A different path I'm trying to weave.

Hush, not so loud, this mind is brittle!
Go away or make them leave!
Oh listen to fate's cruel chuckle,
She won't stop till she makes me a reason to grieve.
Pranav Mahajan Mar 2020
What matters when your blood's gone cold,
When the colour fades away from your eyes,
When your heart has sunk to a bottomless pit?

Naught but a desire for life remains,
Guiding me in my dreams.
Held back by chains of the days past,
Ruminating how to move ahead.

All I know is I'm not finished yet,
I'll make myself a better grave.
  Jan 2018 Pranav Mahajan
GJW
Rat a tat tat, the rats were hungry tonight.

She often thought about laying traps to snare the stinking vermin, but they could smell every brave thought in that determined imagination of hers and every hidden crevice  of her captive mind.

Scrounging, hungry, ***** rats, scratching their way through her walls of peace and tranquillity for another slice of her magic.

One day, one day those rats will surely die from the potency of her will for them to leave, or, she will simply remove their tails one by one when she’s sharpened herself up enough.

A rat with no tail is a comforting thought in the midst of it all.
Pranav Mahajan Jan 2018
Walked through the streets,
Had no idea where to go.
Found an unseen alley,
Felt all my thoughts rally.

Where does it go?
Into the light or into the dark?
What will I find?
What I wanted or what I dreaded?

Afraid, I walked away
And today when I came back,
It was no longer there.
My heart filled with regret,
Over something I could have felt.
Pranav Mahajan Dec 2017
Looked into the dark,
I swear it could see me too.
Tried to remove the mark,
The black turned blue.

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