she sets the sun soft
twirling her brush 
across darkening skies
spreading her wings
in a daily surprise
of beauty in the eyes
of the world
a rustling of leaves
a swirl of her sleeves
a breeze in the wind
a gentle reprieve
in the pinks and blues 
of her brush
a gentle blush 
she paints
across our whispering skies 

© Priya 10/20/2015

Brightly colored corridors
decorated with a child's
imagination
The hopes of animation
upon tiny weeping faces
So many places
they could be
so many things to see
if only they were free 
from this place
But they are here 
A Children's Hospital
for kids that are ill
feeding from pill to pill
Tiny bodies everyday 
fighting wars with tears
killing and creating new fears 
dreams chopped short 
with silent shears 
Orders and disorders
cancers and disease 
brightly colored corridors
hoping to deceive
the raging wars within
So much stronger they are
then me 
This was where I've been 
Humbling and crumbling 
watching them stumbling 
and feeling myself 
falling to the ground
moments so very profound 
realizing how truly blessed I am ...


© Priya Oct 4, 2015

I seemed to have lost a part of myself
in my search for a better me
Perhaps I have been hunting blindly
It is hunt you know, almost a chase
through intricate emotions
Scurrying past my lost innocence;
bypassing everything I thought to be me
Seeing only what I wanted to see
Now I am a lost in a forest of fears,
drowning myself in a fountain of tears
Perhaps my search has come to an end;
I can no longer pretend
The better me is already here
Take me as I am

Its the silent nights
I've come to dread
the silent sewing
of needle and thread
stiching my tearfilled wounds
I am a hero by day
and rag doll by night
torn and falling apart
unable to reach light
I am a cause
that seems to be lost

© Priya Oct 15, 2015

you like awake in bed,
sultry words wrapped
in your head
like the bondages
you've created for me

can you feel

I try to push
your thoughts away
but the words you say
and the insistent way
your fingers play
with my mind

the way you, me find

The bonds too tight
touching me just right
just enough to keep me
bound to you...

Sometimes I see her
as an apparition before me,
finger wagging
smiling that smile;
walking across the broken tile
in the kitchen we no longer use

Sometimes I can sense her
in the leaves outside
rustling with pride
at the funny ways
my kids make dad laugh;
and I miss her

Sometimes I hear her;
a whisper in my ear
reminding me to be softer,
to have patience, smile more
asking me to read her my poems
and to breathe a little space

And sometimes I can feel her
holding my hand
soft like wet sand,
warm and inviting
and I wish I could just
close my eyes and hold her

Sometimes ...

© Priya Patel 9/18/2015

Good morning, I breath out
to the early morning air
a brewing wind
weaving through my hair
kissing the lids
to eyes of hope
A new day is here