pragya santani

pragya santani Oct 2016

Have you ever watched a storm,
And see it slowly take its pace.
See all the shapes deform,
The ruins of your beautiful place.

You asked me once if I was honest,
My eyes contained it all.
It's only you that matters, not the rest.
I drove towards you as if it was my call.

Losing you felt like being pricked by a thousand thorns,
I bled, I bled, I bled.
Nothing could cease my mourns,
Drowning in woe and dread.

My arms are wide open,
And eyes search lights looking for you in every rack.
longing to reach out to you and give you a pen,
So that you can give me my poetry back.

pragya santani Oct 2016

Dear Love

Dear love,
            She deserted me,
            For someone against my will.
            Not seeing the pain in me,
            Why do I love her still?

Dear love,
             She left me in a maze,
             Her words I swallowed like
             a bitter drink.
             She walked past me stealing
             gaze,
              My eyes dewy as I sink.

Dear love,
           Does she love me ?
           A question I've worn on my
           lips for days.
            My heart aches to be free,
            I'll love her come what may.

Dear love,
            Has she forgotten me?
            Please tell me all you know.
            I fend her memories silently,
            Her remembrance I can not
             throw.

pragya santani Nov 2015

Yearning

Inside me is a hunger
Craving for your affection

pragya santani Jul 2015

Monsoon

And with the first showers
Comes the kind of sadness
Which only half loved lovers
Can feel.

pragya santani Sep 2014

Circumference

I write him in my sentences,
I write him in my diary.

I print him on pages,
I print him on stories.

I carve him on stones,
I carve him in designs.

I sketch him in my moans,
I sketch him in my mind.

I etch him in tattoo,
I etch him on woods.

I sculpt him in statues,
I sculpt him into the man he stood.

I inscribe him on ripples,
I inscribe him on the swirl of my wine.

I draw him in circles,
I just can’t draw the line.

pragya santani Aug 2014

Show me

Show me how the truth looks like
before I cover my mind with a lie,
Show me how to breathe, when
my pulse is about to die,
Show me how to believe, when
you are the one who breaks my trust,
Show me how to love, when
the surroundings are covered in lust,
Show me how to live, when
my ray of living has ceased to fall upon,
Show me how to look up, when
the mornings are dusky not a breaking dawn,
Show me how to rise up, when
you are the one pushing me down,
Show me how to smile, when
my boy makes me frown,
Show me how to care, when
my palm is deprived of your face,
Show me how to bear, to
not live in your embrace,
Show me the way, the path to those doors,
The doors above, that's all i want, I want no more,
I yield to those stairs, the stairs to eternity,
I'm walking, walking towards God almighty,
I have no hope, I am a phoenix bereft of its ashes,
I am perishing into perpetuity to never come up to
these wounds and rashes*.

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pragya santani Aug 2014

Lost

Perhaps we were never meant to be
And here i am bereft of we
Because now its only I
Where is the you?
Knows not I.