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820 · May 2015
Canvas me
Priya Patel May 2015
I am a blur of emotions;
the colored dots of freckles
that scatter freely in the air
and I am sometimes the knots
that get tangled in your hair,
desperately trying to come undone
I am the mystery in a love affair,
like the wild midnight mane
of a dancing horse
spinning round and round
before tumbling gently
to the soft of ground
I am the imagination of a canvas
ready to be painted me

© Priya Patel 5/26/15
817 · Mar 2016
Bitter Truth
Priya Patel Mar 2016
I tasted the bitterness of hurt this week;
not at all meek
Pungent almost with smells of disappointment,
a lingering aftertaste of a trust misplaced;
a friendship in waste
A creation needlessly created
A reaction overly reacted
Now who is protected,
the friend or the friendship wasted?
As always, innocence is once again lost
It is nothing short of the bitter truth

- Priya
814 · Feb 2017
Payal
Priya Patel Feb 2017
A lifetime of moments
spread like tiny seeds
scattered at her feet
Learning, growing
smiling, crying
laughter and tears
giggles and fears
and all the ups and downs
of a girl with stars in her eyes
and dreams in her skies
A lifetime of moments
spread like tiny seeds
scattered by innocent feet
so she can bloom
like blue in the spring
and purple in the fall
She has now blossomed
into a flower of all seasons

She is Payal...
Priya Patel Apr 2011
The words, they jump right off the page
Imagination all the rage
To feel as if you are right there
Adventure finds you everywhere
The book you pick is how you gauge

The princess locked up in a cage
You are allowed to go backstage
Be the judge of how she will fair
The words, they jump

Allow your heart to take the stage
Be the hero who saves the sage
Fun and adventure in the air
Open a book, read if you dare
Respect the library with care
The words, they jump
775 · Jul 2013
Not the same
Priya Patel Jul 2013
I am here once again
Flying the friendly skies
Searching through clouds
For a glimpse of you
I've been here before
so many times
Always with excitement
For a journey new

Anxious for the moment
To see your smile once again
To feel the love in your eyes
To be lost in your embrace
It's not the same this time
You will not be at the gate
Your eyes will not be searching
in a crowd for my anxious face

I miss you
A journey without you
Is like water without ice
A journey bland like
Tea without sugar or
A dish with no spice
It's just not the same....
752 · Feb 2015
A Thousand Times
Priya Patel Feb 2015
In the moments of silence
that follow in the wake of your absence,
my ears shatter a thousand times
A thousand times I hear your name,
ache for your whisper
in the soft of my ear;
ache for you to be here
At times, I am alone in my thoughts;
alone in the dark of night
And when all is quiet
but the screams of your silence,
I hear your name a thousand times
Come home, I need you…
748 · Jul 2013
change
Priya Patel Jul 2013
Change

I am tradition
A creature of habit
All white; no shady grays
Definately set in my ways
I fear the colors of change
and the silent unknowns
I am sometimes an
uncompromisable bag of bones

But what if...
What if I was to change
to eat the words
I can so easily dish out
To change the way I think
about whatever your upset about
To become once again
the flower you fell in love with once
instead of the unbending branch
I have become

I have hurt you I know
however unintentionally so
But I'm telling you now
I'm not ready to let go
Give me the chance
to turn things around
to remind you of all the
sweet things that keep us
tightly bound

Let me show you
that I too
can change
739 · Jul 2013
First sip
Priya Patel Jul 2013
My first sip of you

Sweet, strong, and everlasting

A taste of rich love

Soft and smooth, can't get enough

My first cup of hot coffee
738 · May 2015
In the end, it snows
Priya Patel May 2015
It's whispering time
when backs are turned and words flow
Each smile is a show

I wonder with birds,
do they chirp incessantly
we smile foolishly

We think it's their song
Love notes in the midnight air
laughing unaware

We become their toy
A mocking ground for love birds
we hang on their words

This is how we are
Spring to summer smiles for show
In the end, it snows

© Priya Patel 5/29/2015
Priya Patel Apr 2011
My tale begins in a magnificent place
Where legends are created and given a face
About a little black fish from a far away land
Searching for light in a living space

So mighty the fish to give a hand
To rescue the seas from a darkness unplanned
The rainbow of colors that was once plain to see
replaced with dark shadows floating above sand

The fish named Shazhad was prince of the sea
It was his job to keep bright for all eternity
The living seas by dawn or by night
The absence of light is a mystery

He swam through the dark, such was his plight
Shahzad flied through the water like a bird in flight
Up ahead, something was gleaming in the sand
Finally, the little black fish found his flashlight
714 · Mar 2011
Seasons change
Priya Patel Mar 2011
As the tempermental moods
Of March dissapear
The torrential rains
Of April reappear

May will gladly gift us
With buds and blooms to adore
While June and July showers us
With sunshine galore

August and September promises
Us with the many colors of Fall
While October tries to scare us
Asking ghosts and goblins to call

With November comes endless thanks
For all the love and smiles year long
And now finally December
Christmas cheer to all
703 · Sep 2015
Crippling
Priya Patel Sep 2015
Crippling

How crippling life may be
when gnarled thoughts
and broken dreams
leave you stunted
into silence

She was a dazzling bloom
a daffodil amongst thorns
until the wheels of life
trampled her
into the ground

Leaving me alone
with pictures and memories
and silent, pent up tears
trying so hard to accept
the absence of her smile

How crippling life may be
when everything you admired
is gone

© Priya Patel 9/16/2015
702 · Nov 2014
resting place
Priya Patel Nov 2014
Upon a bed of bursting orange
and golden yellow leaves
A pattern forms upon the ground
that nature gently weaves

I watch as they slowly pirouette
to their final resting place

My feet softly crunching on
the jewels of fall
from splendid trees so tall

Relishing each moment
Shivering from the cold
I feel peace settling into me

Twirling in circles
bright colors in the air
snowflakes tickling
the strands of my hair

The cool crisp wind
guiding the dancing leaves home
697 · Apr 2011
I miss you
Priya Patel Apr 2011
To see you is to hold you
To hold you is to feel you
To feel you is to touch you
You have held me
Felt me, touched me
And everything has changed
It is not just your
Friendship and emotional
Support that I crave
The daily text messages
And emails are no longer enough
To satisfy this hunger I have
It is your **** voice
That sends my heart a flutter
And your soft caresses
That makes me quiver
I miss you ...
681 · Apr 2011
Gone - a than bauk poem
Priya Patel Apr 2011
Knew you were gone
Just as dawn hummed
It's one love song
671 · Apr 2011
I do
Priya Patel Apr 2011
The sun rises into the morning skies
and splatters light among the oceans crests.
Seagulls sing their praise to the canvas
of paints across the sky.
As the waves rush in to meet
the sand along the shore,
I am reminded of our first kiss.
Along these sands, within these waves
like a diamond in the rough,
you came from nowhere,
rescuing me like a knight
in shining armor.
Today on the anniversary
of the day we met,
you kneel before me.
Wind rustling in your hair and
diamond like gleam in your eyes,
you hold my hand and propose.
I do I whisper, I do
665 · Jun 2015
Knock knock, a key
Priya Patel Jun 2015
Opportunity came by today
completely unaware
Neatly packaged in silver and gold
hope perhaps,  a prayer
Aching desires to do what's right
to do for me for a change -
a feeling so utterly strange

Truth be told,
I'm not yet 100% sold
and opportunity has visited
a lot as of late
Perhaps I should count my blessings
and patiently, silently wait
Perhaps opportunity
has finally found me
Let's see

Perhaps I am someone else's key...

© Priya Patel 6/4/2015
661 · Jul 2013
wounds of the heart
Priya Patel Jul 2013
How deep the cut
from the blade
in your words;
the stabbing jolt
of an unrequited love
My screaming walls
a resurrection
of hurt and shame
Is that blood in your tears
Don't! Your pity is silence enough
652 · Apr 2011
April Fools
Priya Patel Apr 2011
I love to see laughter
Gleaming in your eyes
Especially when it's
An unexpected surprise
This April fools day
Was no different, of course
When I saw that look in your eyes
I almost felt remorse
You got all dressed up
In your black suit and tie
Did you ever think
To ask yourself why
would they give you an award
I mean what did you do
But you were so proud to be asked
So I played you the fool
I walked you through the door
Arm in arm we went in
But the room was empty
And then you saw my grin
I ran away from you
As fast as I could
I knew you would catch me
You were up to no good
April fools day!
I yelled and your eyes held that gleam
You wrestled me to the ground
Tickling me forever it seem
You won, he whispered
But then so did I
I looked up into his face
And I tried to act shy
He kissed my eyes
And whispered in my ears
April fools day
Then the doors opened with peals
Of laughter for my failed prank
My husband and friends knew
So my con that day stank!
652 · Jul 2013
I remember you
Priya Patel Jul 2013
I remember you

as I peer through foggy windows

the dripping drops of water

clanking against window panes;

like dueling pots and pans

fighting a fearless battle

spiraling down to soggy patches of grass

I watch them silently from inside

arms wrapped around my waist

shivering from the sudden blast of cold

shivering from the sudden silence in the room

Alone, I watch the dripping drops

Remembering how you love the rain

Remembering you
650 · Jan 2011
Trapped
Priya Patel Jan 2011
So many years, so many hours

trampled on like a bed of flowers

Will provide food and water

clothing and shelter

Servitude I say

helter skelter

Trapped in a box, four walls and a hole

aching to get out, release my soul

Let me out! Let me out!

is this what hell is all about

So many years, so many hours

Trampled on like a bed of flowers
650 · Apr 2011
Their laughter, my joy
Priya Patel Apr 2011
Only laughter and smiles
Of his girls could bring
A father of two fairies
To feel like a king
No diamond or gem
Could ever compare
To the fairy dust sprinkled
By his girls unaware
Upon his heart and soul
Every moment they are near
It is these moments in life
That he shall always hold dear
647 · Apr 2015
respond
Priya Patel Apr 2015
Respond
squeeze tight my hand
blink soft your eyes just once
show me you are fighting, or else
I'll break

Reply
twitch your fingers
to the sounds of my voice
show me somehow, someway, or else
I'll break

Release
me from your pain
the sadness in your eyes
I feel in me mom, and for you
I ache

Wake up
speak to me soft
shake my hand, scream out loud
get up from that bed now!  But please
don't quit
Praying for my mom to wake up, after a horrible accident ....
630 · Oct 2015
a slow setting
Priya Patel Oct 2015
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
627 · Feb 2011
Melody in my head
Priya Patel Feb 2011
Like a melody in my head
that I cannot forget
you are a symphony of tunes
and our love a sweet duet
every touch every glance
is a lyric I want to taste
so eager am i to hear
each word intimately placed
like a melody in my head
I cannot get out
you are a symphony of tunes
replaying all about
sing to me your dreams
and let me play your song
like a melody in my head
replaying all day long
621 · May 2015
Helpless
Priya Patel May 2015
Quietly, I sat there
in that big, black chair,
the one she always sat in
and out of nowhere,
I watched dad cry
Pools of tears
all 69 years
shown on his face
crumbling
mumbling
my heart breaking
as he cried for the wife he lost
He started reciting
her every last words
what she wore
and how she felt
I sat there quietly
in that ******* chair
the one she always sat in
and out of nowhere,
I watched my daddy melt
Not knowing what to say
or how to feel
Never before felt
so helpless...
617 · Mar 2011
Prisoned Hell
Priya Patel Mar 2011
I dread walking alone to my car late at night
The lot is so massive and always scarce of light
I reach into my purse and fumble for my keys
Wait, what was that!  I dropped to my knees  
I peered into the darkness but no one was there
But I know what I heard, I'm going nowhere
There it is again! Footsteps somewhere behind me
Oh my God, where is my car, where could it be
I saw by a lamppost in the dim parking lot
A shadow of a man holding something he bought
In a brown paper bag he reached deep inside
And pulled out a knife; I knew I had to hide
I scampered behind one of the cars beside me
I could see him glance around and hoped he couldn't see
Fear crept along the spine of my back
I saw him toss aside the brown paper sack
He walked closer towards me and I wanted to scream
Is this really happening; it feels like a dream
I was going to die right here right now
I can't let this happen, someway somehow
If I'm going to escape, I must do something soon
Before I come face to face with that fierce looking goon
I crawled under a car and held a can of mace
He was walking towards me at a snails pace
Ahhhh he grabbed my foot and dragged me from under the car
He twisted me around and all I saw was his scar
A deep red **** along the side of his face
That's it I'm going to die in this god awful place 
He grabbed me by the hair and I kneed him in the crotch
I saw him reach up the knife and I was too scared to watch
I kicked him again and fought with all my might 
But he was so strong and put up a good fight
Determined I am to make it through this day
I punched him in the face and I heard him say
I'm going to **** you now and you will never be found
I sprayed the mace into his eyes and he fell to the ground
It is you who will die, you thought you were smart
I reached for the knife and stabbed him in the heart
My whole body was shaking as he took his last breath
I could feel all around me the stench of death
The police found me later passed out with the knife
I am writing this now as I serve twenty to life
It was my husband I killed on that very day
But I do not regret it, he deserved to die that way
Day after day the abuse got worse
I knew that I would soon someday burst
I sit here each day from this tiny cell
And live out my life from this prisoned hell
616 · Dec 2010
Love's Embrace
Priya Patel Dec 2010
Instinctively, I always knew
you were meant for me, and I you
the way you touched me,
looked at me, into me  
the way your hands melded into mine

In those very first moments
when our eyes first met
it was like an awakening
of two lost souls
finally at peace with their place

Amazing, how suddenly loves embrace
wraps itelf around us
cacooning us from the ouside world
and for just a few short years
we became one.
613 · Mar 2011
Loves Possibility
Priya Patel Mar 2011
Subtle like the drifting of clouds 
You slipped into my senses
Quietly, like whispers in the wind
You exposed my wall of defenses
In you, I was expecting nothing
And fought so many forgotten emotions
Within you, I found everything
And gave in to your passionate notions
You bathed me in this luminous light
And patiently, you helped me to see
That while I was lost, stumbling in the dark
There lay loves possibility
608 · Mar 2016
A story of love
Priya Patel Mar 2016
A story of love

46 years ago and on this day
a story was ready to begin
A dashing hero
meets the love of his life
and weds a stunning heroine
Each day, a new page was born
with words and memories
into pictures to adorn
the hearts of two star crossed lovers
So very much different
but alike in their love
forever climbing
beyond and above
to ensure the rest of us
was taken care of
In that, they were so alike
In that, their love remains alive
He was her hero
and she his heroine
A story of true love
that will never end

The story of my mom and dad ...

ॐ Priya Patel
607 · Mar 2016
Innocence asleep
Priya Patel Mar 2016
I listened to his gurgling  
bubble of words with animated eyes  
and flailing arms  
as he told me about his day
His smile as wide and bright as his story
soft in his innocent way  
and I watched him fall asleep
So sweet he is
this beautiful child of mine

© Priya, March 1, 2016
602 · Aug 2014
float away, astray
Priya Patel Aug 2014
My eyes are at rest
lashes twinkling
with unwashed diamonds
I can cry now
I have a bed of hope
for which my tears may lay
arms wider than life
for which my fears can play
Pain has no home here
I can float astray
the sweet scent of peace
lifting me away
You are my river
and I, your waves
Together we shall float away
601 · Apr 2011
Our Canvas
Priya Patel Apr 2011
When I look in your eyes
I see an unframed painting
Soft pastels of love and joy
Then harsh streaks of the
Darkest shades of grey;
The pain and angst splashed
Along the center of the canvas
So here I am, lover first
Painter now, here to cover
The greys with pinks and yellows
Blues and violets to remind you
Of the colorful sunrise you see
Each time you look in my eyes
Together, our world is a painting
Splashed with the pastel shades of love
And the simmering passions of reds
Let me be the frame to your canvas
594 · Jan 2011
I'm Out!!
Priya Patel Jan 2011
With these words, I thee wed..
I think I'd rather be dead

For richer or poorer, till death do us part
See the theme, now where do I start?

Been rich, been poor and I am still alive
sadly, rest of my marriage took a nose dive

We loved, we lost. We laughed, we cried
He made me promises, of course he lied

"forever baby, just you and me"
till the end of time we will be

That lasted a few short years
after that, nothing but tears

More and more girls came in and out
while I love, honered, and obeyed.  What was that about!!

Time and again I kept on forgiving
Time and again you kept on cheating

Thought you would repent, but you dont know how
Enough is enough, I'm leaving you now

The keys are on the table and please dont pout
I'll shut the door on my way out.
593 · Jul 2013
Shallow waters
Priya Patel Jul 2013
I’ve been dismissed;

shut off like a leaking faucet

dripping endlessly

from an old nagging pipe

I’ve been here before

on the other side

shutting down, shutting off,

turning away when I shouldn’t have,

drowning in shallow waters


So this is how it feels;

empty; hollow like a rabbit’s hole

Just enough room for emotions

to scream in and out of

I have caused hurt;

can hear the blood dripping

from once laughing eyes

and so now I hurt

Another turning point?  Possibly

And now it’s time to start all over
593 · Apr 2011
Happiness
Priya Patel Apr 2011
I love to observe you
When you are fast asleep
The rise and fall of your chest
And your steady breathing
Are signs of a peaceful slumber
Your face reveals telltale signs
Of exhaustion and stress
Wrinkles of sadness peek
Out from the corner of your eyes
Silently, I place a kiss above each lid
Wishing, that for just a moment,
It is happiness that peeks out
To greet me
sleep my love, sleep
I pray all of your nights are
Filled with dreams of passion
To remind you of how
happiness once felt
591 · Jul 2013
Our paths
Priya Patel Jul 2013
You came to me

like a whisper in my ear;

soft and subtle

with a hint of more

Like my faithful shadow,

you walk beside me;

learning and loving

the many paths

that I have walked

Take my hand

and let us stroll

down the paths

that together

we have created

Let me learn and love you

as you have so openly

loved me
577 · Nov 2015
Sounds
Priya Patel Nov 2015
Listen to the soft sounds of my soul
the fall, rise, and crash of
wave against wave of emotions

What do you hear?

At times I hear doubts
I walk through adversity
somtimes I crawl
many times I fall
but always sprawl
my way back to the top

I listen to the soft sounds of my soul
the rhythmic dancing of
doubts and decisions

I hear life whispering
for me to step forward
So I walk on two legs weak
to fate

Listen soft
What sounds does your soul make

© Priya Nov 5, 2015
576 · Jul 2013
Hatred
Priya Patel Jul 2013
words tumbled loosely
from a tongue bitter with rage
forced to hear lies
his anger misplaced  
he will always see her mother
when he looks in her eyes
blind to her fear
deaf to her cries
to him, she is just another reminder
of hatred
573 · Jul 2013
Screams within me
Priya Patel Jul 2013
Cryptic glares

Voices in my ears

Why are you staring

Whispers around me

Rain soaked and cold

Shivers besiege me

The voices are laughing

Leave me alone!

Thunder outside stills

my heart, lightening

in the skies, in my ears

I clutch the sides of my head

Kneel down on the floor

Huddle against the cold wet wall

A rat scuttles past me

Eyes devilishly red

Staring into me as he runs

Into the dark alley beside me

The voices start screaming

my name over and over

Or is that my screams

Please make it stop,

still the voices inside my head

Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep

The alarm blares into my room

I sit up fast, drenched in sweat

A dream, just a dream,

Same dream every-night

it was just a dream

I get up and stretch,

My breath ragged from

the screams within me

Finally, I look into the

many mirrors scattered

along the dark walls

And greet my voices good morning
Priya Patel Jul 2013
Alone in the dark

Light bounces where you have been

Your scent still lingers

Where I lay my head at night

I dream of you in my arms
Tanka Poem
563 · May 2015
seed to bloom
Priya Patel May 2015
Something new arose today
bloomed right from a stem life planted
A friendship fresh between unknown world's
between the pages of a book seen slanted
Not at all normal
yet completely right,
seeds from words featherlight
a friendship new
right from a stem life planted
559 · Aug 2014
and so she blossoms
Priya Patel Aug 2014
she lived in the darkest recesses
of here and there
fragile and alone,
not quite new
but young enough
to have been pricked by
the stings of neglected pain
she was a discarded bloom
left unnoticed;
parched from the drought of love

so I rescued her;
this beautiful flower
tossed aside
with no way to blossom
into the rose she is today
556 · Apr 2011
My Box
Priya Patel Apr 2011
I live in a box called torture and pain
It's made of materials like sorrow and shame
the walls have deteriorated and soon will fall down
It's becomming harder to smile, all that's left is a frown
If anyone can hear me, please pay me a visit
I am no longer in control and I am ready to give in
This box that I live in is one of a kind
This house that I've built is all in my mind
555 · Apr 2011
Miles Apart
Priya Patel Apr 2011
Once again you leave me with
Thousands of miles bridging
The gap of silence and loneliness
Until we meet again
It hurt this time
An ache so deep in my chest
A lump in my throat so painful
I could hardly say goodbye
I know you noticed it
I could see in your eyes
You were so strong
You didn't want me to see
But it was there
I knew as I started
To drive away from
The airport, from you
The ache became stronger
And my eyes were stinging
With unshed tears
Yes, I knew then
I wish I had told you
While wrapped in your arms
Whispered against your lips
I love you.
550 · Jan 2011
My Beloved
Priya Patel Jan 2011
My beloved
how I miss you so,
the gentle fall and rise of your chest
the sweet laughter from your eyes.

Like a bird with no wings
I am grounded
stumbling on a pebbled sidewalk
of forgotton memories and regrets.

Come back to me my beloved
stumble with me on this pebbled sidewalk
and let us at least remain lost together.
549 · Mar 2011
Possess Me
Priya Patel Mar 2011
Come close to me my darling love
For I have waited for you so long
To hold me, touch me, wrap me up
In your arms where I belong

I long to lose myself again
In the scent of your desire
To Touch your skin and fan the flames
Of this never ending fire

Your lips I crave to kiss me here
My lips to kiss you there
Your nakedness against my own
Touching me everywhere

We gaze into each others eyes
As you prepare me with your caresses
Your name I whisper again and again
As my body yours possesses
542 · May 2015
sprinkles of hope
Priya Patel May 2015
I gazed upon a bed
of trampled weeds
and early blooms;
their bodies crushed
and soft white petals
wilted to the ground
For them,
fear was their only sound
A few brave stems,
wavering in an effort to stand tall
desperately helping
the others to not fall,
dripped of strength and courage
I swayed fearlessly
with them in the softest breeze
as a new rain sprinkled
them with hope

It is for them that I pray tonight
After Nepals quake
533 · Feb 2011
Hello - finally
Priya Patel Feb 2011
Can you hear it
The rapid beating
Can you feel it
The sweet anticipation
We have waited long
Using small words to occupy time
Sometimes often, sometimes rare
But each day, a word or two
To remind us of this time, this day
Where two virtual friends
Finally make the few heartfelt words
Ring true ...

Hello, it is nice to finally meet you.
533 · Feb 2015
This time
Priya Patel Feb 2015
This time tomorrow
there will be no more tears,
and the warmth of your arms
will soften all fears
This time tomorrow,
I will lie awake in your embrace;
the warmth of your breath
on the soft of my face
I shall watch you sleep;
our arms and legs lovingly entwine
safe in your arms
knowing that you are all mine
This time tomorrow ...
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