"divya" poems
She emerged like a lotus
Unsullied from the mud
A heart so pure
A handful of lotuses
And eyes, gleaming with love.
Her warm smile
Opened the petals of my heart
She appeared to my eyes
As one in the world
Yet not from it.
- Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:04 AM UTC
Tonight is this year's first fog in the city .It's smell approaches me through the crevices on bottom of window frames .
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Our days of memories forbid me to sleep . My eyelids heave with the excitement at which my thoughts want to celebrate your immortality within me .My eyelashes are too heavy with tears to be lifted up .
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I am reminded of the time when I was so scared of the water stretches and their depth until I looked deep in your eyes that flooded , held a hundred tides of reasons , an accumulation of all the why whirling on a monotonous note .
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I am reminded of the lesson that pain isn't abstract , it heaves in the familiar undiscovered parts of my body when I breathe in your absence.
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I close my eyes tonight and when I take the name of universe and god, I see the vision of your face . As I isolate from the worldly tantrums and try sinking deep in my conscience, I am draped with the feelings you offered me in all ways .
Divya
Jan 31, 2021
Jan 31, 2021 at 3:04 AM UTC
The moon looked down in envy,
As the sun shone with all his might,
To try and match the beauty,
That radiated from her smile.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Will it be as early as it should be
Or be so late to be of no use for me?
I wonder when thou will come,
I ponder how thou will come.
What should I do just sit and wait,
Or pull myself together and do a work great.
But to do a work great I need thou,
And to make you come to me I bow.
Oh unlimited form of energy,
When thou will come to me.
Am I loud enough to reach you,
Or for you to find me should I leave a clue.
Oh but I'm in a situation so dilemmatic,
Anyone would if listen it'll sound hectic.
I even don't know I'm reaching you or not,
And if I've reached I don't know you're bound to me or not.
-Divya Prakash Bhardwaj
(DPBian art)
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
The fairy of the ruins
Dances away to life's rythm
Chanting tales of the past
Holding together the cracks of time
Sharing her beauty with the dead
Dusting away broken cobwebs
Eternally cradling hearts
Of angels and demons alike
Seeing through imperfections
Of our flawless cores
Rising to her strength
Beautifully as ever
As if it's her only purpose
Watching over wondering eyes
And crumbling souls
Marvelling at the grandeur
Of what once was
Breathing the oldness
As a reminder of the present
Blessed are those
Who meet these Apasaras
Weaving light into our paths
Living deep within
the ruins of our souls...
And in the monuments of people we meet.
Have you ever met an Apsara so pure?
Who invokes the love we can be...
Who embraces the love that we are.
- Divya Prasad
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 2:06 AM UTC