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Jan 2023 · 942
Silhouette
Prashant Shaurya Jan 2023
I saw her in my dream last night
Silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Dissolved in the aura of the moon
She asked me if I wished to fly.

Her magic warmed my rustic soul
Deep musings came to life, encore
She swayed her hands to heal my heart;
Together we’d fly or fall apart.

To all the great powers that be
Grant me a pair of wings to see
What lies above the bright blue sky
I wish to fly, I wish to fly.


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15/01/2023
I’ve titled this poem as Silhouette because it was triggered by this very beautiful word. Silhouette… such a beautiful word!!
May 2021 · 2.6k
Childbirth!!
Prashant Shaurya May 2021
I brought her to the hospital
And I know she is in pain
She says she’ll die today
But I know she’d sustain.

As painful it may be
As fearsome it may seem
My legs are shaking deep inside
I can hear her Scream.

You’d say I can’t feel the pain
She says its life threatening
I believe she’ll do it well
This moment of awakening.

The Doctor consoles her gently
The nurses prepare the room
My heart beats fast, yet sinks a bit
My baby is about to bloom.

I watch the process in silence
My heart is aching slow
The Doctor asks her to push
Our Child will make Her Glow.

Its a Girl and She’s beautiful
I heard the Doctor say
Everyone knows I cried
Saying Happy Mothers’ Day!!


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06/05/2021

P.S: I wrote this in the labor room while watching my wife give birth to our Daughter. It took me about 5 to 7 minutes to write till the second last stanza. I wrote the last stanza after seeing my newborn baby. My Daughter is my Universe!!
May 2020 · 235
Monsoon Musings-IV
Prashant Shaurya May 2020
She moved her feet to nature’s tunes
Dancing in chorus of the rain
She flew with the rhythm of the wind
And lightning added to the frame

My monsoon muse got drenched in rain
While she danced in ethereal sprees
The peacocks danced along with her
And so did the mighty trees.

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01/05/2020
Inspired by the early rains 😁
May 2020 · 237
Landslide
Prashant Shaurya May 2020
The raging river tears apart
Mighty Himalayas’ sturdy frame
It pierces the mountain’s rocky heart
Burgeons, to fertilise the plains.

The mist conspires with the clouds
To pour down on the foothills weak
Which crumble across the hilly terrain
To break the traveller’s winning streak.


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14/07/2019
Apr 2019 · 1.1k
The Mystic and the King
Prashant Shaurya Apr 2019
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The valiant king rode across
A perilous mountain pass, which
Led to a mystic who could
Dispel the chance of death at war.

He roved along the rough terrain
Through rows of shuddering pine
His journey had no sojourn till
He'd drink the elixir wine.

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The sage lived in a far flung place
Amidst mountains old as time
In that ancient talismanic cave
He reached his spiritual prime.

No man had ever seen the sage
Yet stories had been told, of those
Who sipped that miracle wine
And rose above their woes.

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The king kneeled down before the sage
To narrate his woes through prayer
Then said, pour thy mercy, my Lord,
For my nation's in despair.

The gory war's killed umpteen men
My army faces defeat
Bless and save my people, O Lord!
For the enemy won't retreat.

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The sage looked at the distressed king
Whose heartbeats had sunken low
For only the saint's miracle
Could help him fight the foe.

The sage did cast a magic spell
Pressed the ruler's armour of steel
Then said go back and fight my king
Triumph, and help your nation heal.

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Oct 2017 · 520
The Underlying
Prashant Shaurya Oct 2017
She held a heap of firewood
Atop her tender head
Walking down the narrow road
That led to her hamlet.

That old banyan tree couldn't
Allure her with its shade
Nor the burning sideways
Could force her pace to jade.

No sign of sorrow, grief or pain
As quiet as she could be
Would death alter her calm
Or would it set her free.

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Sep 2017 · 764
Bereavement {Quatern}
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
While sailors grieved 'bout homeland far
For eyes couldn't see that distant place
Where sun shines bright and night has stars.

As drowning sun was bleeding red
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
'Bout Mothers ailing far away
And children weeping in dismay.

The horizon at distance glowed
While winds convulsed the sailors' hearts
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs
When twilight welcomed the North Star.

The bright full moon propelled the tides
Which gave the ships new lease of life
As sailors left the shores in haste
The lovelorn waves sang sorrow's songs.


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Sep 2017 · 543
Late Night Musings-II
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
In a world which is
Topsy-turvy round
I'd see You with
Feelings profound.

On a day when all
The world turns vile
I'd seek solace in
Your genial smile.

In springtime when
The flowers bloom
I'd dance with you in
A shimmering ballroom.

Come ride with me
On a merry-go-round
And fetch our share
Of joys abound.

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Sep 2017 · 612
Waves and Whiskey Quatern
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The waves whispered into my ears

Lyrical notes of songs unknown

Which mingled with the whisky fumes

To feed my senses on those tunes.



When the seaside lass held my gaze

The waves whispered into my ears

'Bout how the breeze played with her hair
And how the moon couldn't help but stare.



While whisky saved its magic spell

For stories, only time would tell

The waves whispered into my ears

To warn me that love could bring tears.



The playful breeze still brought her scent
Albeit the sun shower made her dance
Enchanted by my April muse

The waves whispered into my ears.



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Sep 2017 · 316
Love Unrequited
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
Her voice is music for my soul
And She's my April muse
They way she came into my life
Is a tale too abstruse.

She took my heart in gentle strokes
In a manner unheard, unseen
I thought we'd write a story too
About a monarch and his queen.

The mighty Craftsman up above
But took me by surprise; for
Everything I wished to write
Got vanished in disguise.

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Sep 2017 · 398
Frozen Ink
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
My nights seem vexatious

For the pen's now been cursed

The waves don't allure me

I beg from door to door. 



The Ink has frozen long ago

Heart beats bear no trace

Somewhere in the wilderness

Muses have found a place.



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A poem about Writer's Block
Sep 2017 · 1.4k
Seaside Musings-II
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
Initiation

Mighty waves traverse across
The realm of time and space
They Leave behind some faint imprints
While horizon slowly shrinks.

   2. Observance

The boatman gives a vicious call
And the nets are put in place
If tides take a winsome turn
He would fill up his plates.

    3. Discovery

The sunset lass builds sand castles
While sea breeze soothes her tender skin
Enchanted by her gentle smile
I write about my April muse.

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Sep 2017 · 288
Late Night Musings
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The li'll goat galloped

While twilight kissed

Contours of night.



She walked away

While the moon

Guided her Home.



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Sep 2017 · 336
The Pilgrim's Ordeal
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
When we hold on to a pious thought
And pray from dusk to dawn
Would longing stand the test of time
When we pursue the unknown.

When reverence leads to yearning for
A glimpse of the Mighty Queen
Would She shin down from heaven to earth
To show us the Unseen.

There comes a time which seldom comes
In a pilgrim's ordained path
When at doorstep of the Goddess
He finds not love, but wrath.

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Sep 2017 · 360
Bleeding Pen-II
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The poet wished to cry out loud
And vent the slithering pain
Yet void in his sinking heart
Won't let him flee this blain.

The pen then oozed in torrid red
To scribe 'bout the hovering gloom
Yet mind feared to find the words
Which would write the poet's doom

If the poet broke his promise
No flower would ever bloom
So pen hid the poet's torment
Within a heap of silken plumes.


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Sep 2017 · 390
Bleeding Pen-I
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The pen rambled across the pad
To write something untrue
Yet mind and heart did seldom see
When the pen hid it's rue.

Mind could think but heart would long, for
Insidious days to part
Yet pen would foster spilling of
Blood from the wounded heart.

Verses written in sparkling red
Couldn't sort the haze around
A poet caught in the vicious fray
Wouldn't want to be homebound.

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Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
Droplets of delight
Trickle down, to bring respite.
The Sunshine's vivid.

Symphonies drizzle
From the musician's guitar.
Long lost melodies!

Oft I see her dance
With a genial smile that shines.
The moon hides in clouds.

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Sep 2017 · 440
Monsoon Musings-II
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
When monsoon pearls roll down
From Heavens to dry earth,
They'd drench me to the core.

When moonlight leads to You
And you become the moon
I'd need you evermore.

When stars glitter for You
Your smile widens so bright
In bliss I'd pour my heart.

In every breath I take
Sweet scent is what I sense
Your memories bring rain.

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Sep 2017 · 349
Monsoon Musings-I
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
Sweet scent of earth
Quenched in the rain
Incites the poet's
Wondrous wings.

He flies across
The growling clouds
Holds thunder in
His joyous pen.

Then brings respite
From skies above
And a glimpse of
His monsoon muse.

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Sep 2017 · 443
Idyllic Whispers (Etheree)
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
She

whispers

rhapsodies

into my ears

draped in love and care.

The idyllic lyrics

and the mystique of her voice

soak my soul in a pint of trance

when she blossoms like a lily in

my arms, to fortify my heart with love.




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Sep 2017 · 433
Moon's Cinquain
Prashant Shaurya Sep 2017
The moon

Shines at night whilst

We saunter by dream lanes

To see cupids fly under the

Crescent



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