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Praggya Joshi Jun 2018
In my dreams
The beautiful silence
Of a night shining like onyx
Imbues my mind
With a blissful solitude
In the nocturnal hours
When the slight need of a company
Itches somewhere I cannot reach
While a gentle breeze
Sings dulcet lullabies
And makes me yawn
As I rub my eyes
like a child I grin and fall
In the motherly ***** of sleep
The glowing orb of amber flames
Renews my spirits with its scintillating essence
a deluge of vigor fills my veins
And I eagerly anticipate
The countless joys
That'll slowly unfold
In a myriad of ways
My heart leaps with a buoyant delight
When the hurdles of life
I vanquish
With subtle grace
and an unruffled poise
With rose gold cheeks
That shine with ebullience
I love
Laugh
And thrive
Praggya Joshi Jun 2018
There's a place
Where a radiant sun
Beautifully illuminates and embraces
The rugged contours of a jagged skyline
Before dipping into a gilded horizon
But never forgetting its promise
To return with an enriched fervor again
While an exquisite scythe like moon
shines like the weapon of goddess kali
And drives away the darkness
Not only from the sodden skies
But also from the core of our souls
And the eternal stars flawlessly carve
a splendid intricate tapestry
of flickering constellations
That doesn't seems so far
Light years away
We can touch them
With our heartfelt dreams and desires
That we've buried somewhere along the way
the air still tastes like sweet nectarine
And washes away the agonizing tang
of festering rues and regrets
While the heavenly scent of rubescent flowers
Mingles with a velvety wind
That wafts through a vibrant foliage
And conjures songs so deliriously melodic
Which magically lightens a heavy heart
And gently soothes restless minds
replete with chaotic contemplations
In this place
the crimson flames of sublime love
Never turns livid and blue with hate
Every breath alleviates our despair
It's ethereal ambiance dampens our unease
Let us try to find that place
Before it's too late
Let's go there
Praggya Joshi Jun 2018
Among the assortment of memories
That homogeneosly mix
And settle inside a corner of my mind
Your memory refuses to blend
Just like your stubborn self
And reappears vividly time and again
While I concede to relive a few moments
In a bygone paradise
It becomes so difficult
When I need to confront the realm of reality
And wrench myself out
From the torrent of emotions
That accompany this short lived Renaissance
In my tender weary heart
They come out of nowhere
Perhaps I've forgotten
That they still reside
In the deepest recesses of my soul
Where I can never reach
No matter how hard I try
I cannot find the hidden interiors
From where they surreptitiously make their way
And grip me with a tenacity
That reminds me of those winter nights
When you held my shivering hands
And warmed me up like sunshine
At the same time
They unleash a profound yet hopeless longing
For you to be by my side
Cause you had always been there
In moments like these
When I felt overwhelmed
And all I needed was the comforting touch
Of your soft supple fingers
Across my cheeks
To wipe my tears
And the curve of your strong shoulder
On which I could rest my leaden head
Praggya Joshi May 2018
I believed it wholeheartedly
When you used to say
That I was like honey
Soft smooth and sweet
Glistening like the amber shafts
That coruscated upon your tanned skin
When you yawned turned and moaned in your sleep
Before opening your caramel brown eyes
And uttering my name
from those dusty red slightly chapped lips
Without any reason
Just like you breathe or blink
And my eyes would sparkle
With a rapturous delight
Just like that empty glass bottle
Near your windowsill
That shone resplendently
When the sun smiled and winked at it
Or the wisps of grey misty clouds
That wandered despondently
But glowed luminously
When the scattered light of an aureate moon
Caressed them tenderly
You were the radiance
That engulfed the stygian darkness
Bleeding from my heart
Suffusing my veins
You were the vibrant spring
That restored my shattered pieces
sealed them with an undying warmth
And watched me replenish
As I bloomed from a withering bud
To the most exquisite flower
When your unconditional love
Percolated through my dead roots
But a blunder you committed
For you made me believe
That this happiness that you gifted me
Would never ever recede
it diminished and vanished
At that agonizing moment
when you left my side
And entered inside the gates of heaven
Now you don't seem to hear my cry
My tear ducts have long dried
My throat stings
I can barely speak
My skin is swollen and ruddy
Covered in bruises that don't seem to heal
My wrists are scarred
My lips crack and bleed
My complexion has turned sallow
And i believe wholeheartedly
That im not like honey anymore
Praggya Joshi May 2018
I wish I could blend into summer
A summer as riveting as I've read in novels
Made up of crisp warm breeze and sweet fragrances
The sun not too high and not too hot
Just enough
So I can cherry pick in a golden sundress
And sit under the shade of the tallest tree
As old as my heavenly ancestors
Alas if only summer felt as beautiful
As a fictional background
And the stifling heat of a raging sun
Accompanied by the searing winds
Didn't make me wince and whimper
I wouldn't think twice
Before stepping out of my house
And let it's scintillating splendor
Drench me in an awe inspiring wonder
Rather than shrivel and recoil
At this onslaught of a scorching hot weather
Which glares at me when I look outside my window
Like a sinister slayer
With a red hot knife chiseled to perfection
Waiting to pounce upon me
The moment he hears a creaking of the doors
To devour me whole with a furious anger
His flaming knife slaughtering my body
Till I'm nothing but puddle of sweat
Trails of crystal clear liquid
Left to dry
And dissipate into the thirsty sweltering air
Thick with the moisture
Of other hapless victims
Now do you believe
Why I don't blend
But melt in summer
Just for fun.. Hope it brings a smile in your face
Praggya Joshi May 2018
Another day is laid to rest
But the night
Seems to be blissfully crawling
Like a tired infant
Aching to be held
Minutes and seconds
Feels so distended
like the colossal hours
That would submerge us
Before either of us catches the amber light
Glistening from over the crest
Maybe you can say some solitary words
try to make this vapid scenery a little less unforgiving
No rambling like we used to
just enough to keep the conversation from sinking
A few old jokes which cracked us before
May stretch our lips in a half smile
While bits and pieces of rusted secrets
Can be tossed above into the hazy sky
We've still got strength I believe
To find flaws in this impeccable silence
between you and me
The silvery moonlight and the glistening starlight
Possess the celestial ability
To heal our woes and hidden resentments
Lets seize this fleeting opportunity
Perhaps when the morning strikes
We'll view each other in a different light
And the memories that we'll forge
Will be as sweet as the pearly dew drops
Glittering upon the lush greens
Praggya Joshi May 2018
Sometimes the most beautifully illuminated
Sapphire studded night
Turns dour grim and shrouded
In an impeccable darkness
Which becomes difficult to dispel
Sometimes the most breathtaking
Balmy and soft summer afternoon
Which tickles my senses to delight
Turns into a harsh frigid
Biting weather
As the sunlight flooding my veins
Turns into a thick rime
And all I can do
Is sit and stare
With a distant look in my eyes
In moments like these
I ruefully wonder
Had I been more dexterous and less naive
I wouldn't have fallen for the artistically crafted mask of goodness that you wore
To hide the monster inside
Had I been more thoughtful and perceptive
I would have ripped apart your disguise
And never would have concluded to keep you by my side
Had I known your evil intentions
I would have never forged
Such a deep and intimate bond
I would have never experienced
The immortal sorrow
Of a bruised and battered heart
And such bouts of crippling remorse
That would hold their sway
And render my mighty efforts
To stay strong
And always search for bright and light
Feeble and futile
On some days
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