"priya" poems
Tujhe chhoone par hai lagta
Tu jalti jwala re!
Tujhe niharne par lagta
Tu chaand ka tukda re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Ore Priya re!
Tere sang Tere sang ishq hua re!
Bana Dene jaisa lagti ** tum
Ek chitra!
Are munh tumhara ek
Paan ka patta
Bana Dee gayi lagti ** tum
Ek moorti!
Sach jaisi
Konark ki kala kirti
Tujhe padhne se lagti hai tu
Sach mein ek kahani re
Tujhe gaane see lagta
Tu ek geet re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya tune
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya toone
Ore Priya re!
**** bhar Teri
Rajnigandha ki khushboo
Teri chaal mein
Raj hansini ka chhand!
Barasne jaisa pyar tumhara
Madhu ki varsha!
Sabhi or hoti hai
Bas teri hi charcha
Tujhe tolne par
Tu lagti
Ek phool re!
Tujhe dhaalne par lagti
Tu kuchh rang re!
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya
Aisa Kya jadoo Kiya toone
Ore Priya re!
Tere sang Tere sang ishq hua re!
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
Love
Yourself
But
Don't
Forget
To
Spread
Love
Among
Others
- Amisha priya
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Blocking
Others
Way
May
Not
Step
You
In
Blockbuster
Unblock
Your
Thought
Which
Leads
You
Towards
Blockbuster
- Amisha priya
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
A forgiving grey
Black and white together sway
until the next rain
A forgiving grey
Moody clouds come out and play
a forboding and colorless sky
Black and white together sway
A forgiving grey
© Priya Patel 6/1/2015
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
Looking
Into
Your
Eyes
Feels
Like
Lest
Talking
With
You
Feels
Like
Tender-hearted
Walking
With
You
Feels
Like
wedding
Eating
With
You
Feels
Like
Elite
- Amisha priya
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
I'll find you your answers in the bottoms of your cocktail glasses
The solution to whatever keeps you up all night,
I know the poison that plagues you, you know mine.
I know your words are locked behind jail cell toothy smiles and smokey eyes, I know you don't remember I exist when you're not ******* me.
"Get me drunk",
you say.
As if I'm your favourite bad influence. You love priya pressure like I'm a guilty pleasure...
Like I'll teach you how to stray from pruned paths
and get your hands and knees *****
and how to get stains out of cotton dresses
Like I'll teach you how to **** yourself slowly
Like I'll teach you to be the person your mother prayed you would never be
Because you think you like *** drugs and gold toothed gangsters, you think you'll want to stick with me.
I know this isn't who you really want to be.
I know this isn't who we are.
Our hands may reach for each other or others or paraphernalia or liquid lovers,
but both know we're reaching for some thing further.
Out of reach and out of our time.
Out of the circle that came from a line.
Out of the room when you're out of your mind,
out
out
I need out
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC
Filling
My
Anxiety
Is
Alarm
Fixing
My
Alarm
Is
Aim
- Amisha priya
Sep 25, 2025
Sep 25, 2025 at 5:48 AM UTC
Another day another hour
lost in the hum drum
of everyday life
I am a mother, a daughter,
partner by your side
I never say it enough
never share what I feel
never tell you how much I adore you,
I truly do
Your simple ways,
and the smile in your eyes
You are the **** sporty realistic spice
that I fall in love with day after day
There is so much I feel and not enough
words to convey how much
I truly adore you
I truly do
There is no glam or glitz
or fairytale blitz
but there is trust and love
and years of support;
an unspoken desire
that I somehow distort
But I want you to know
after all these years
you still are the flame to my fire...
© Priya Patel Feb 28, 2016
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:38 PM UTC
Fall leaves
The leaves appear distressed
angrily rustling
frantically whispering
lashing out at the branches
that once held them strong
Their path has changed course
from a tree of life
it is now each leaf for itself
and soon the leaves will Fall
© ~ Priya, 9/5/16
Sep 5, 2016
Sep 5, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC
*I wonder what he hides
behind those smiling lies
and the warm creeping blush
that shades his eyes
I wonder if he knows
that I can see
I wonder what he sees
when he looks at me
the flushed cheeks
and hesitant goodbyes
quivering lips
from wasted lies
I wonder what he sees*
© Priya Patel, 1/29/16
The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart.
~ St. Jerome
Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:59 AM UTC
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
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
He tickled my feathers,
teased and caressed them;
fanned the beauty of my plumes
perfectly, until I was the perfect
way he wanted me to be
and then trampled me to the ground
How clearly I remembered his sound,
his thunderous roar
with the hunger of a lion,
his hunger for my peace,
his insatiable desire
to have complete control of me
But I fought back;
perhaps only in the end
when all of my feathers
were but a wilted lament
of what was once me
I fought silently,
no blood or tears
and certainly no fears
I simply walked away
~ Priya 3/21/15
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 9:55 AM UTC
Like a butterfly,
my heart flies away
to a place afar
where only emotions exist;
a place where love has kissed
The fragrance of its feelings
is sweet like the nectar of dew
on blades of grass new
just after Springs' first rain;
a taste that lingers
time and again
You sing me a love song
with the poetry you write
and your eyes pearce my heart
with the words you say
Even the birds can't help but sway
Like a butterfly,
my heart does fly away
to a place afar
with the words of our love song
~ Priya 3/20/15
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 6:33 AM UTC
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits.
He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair.
He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch.
He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other.
He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things.
He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her. He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person.
He was boastful and also self-deprecating.
He drank too much and smoked too much.
He didn't follow through on things he said he would do.
He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty.
He's gone.
And that kinda *****
And I'm sad that I still miss him.
-t.s.
Feb 22, 2024
Feb 22, 2024 at 9:51 PM UTC
Butter
And
Jam
A
Great
Combo
For
Bread
Suppressing
And
Samalification
A
Great
Combo
For
Human
Being
- Amisha priya
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 7:06 AM UTC
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
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
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
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
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
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 3:38 AM UTC
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
Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
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
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 8:59 AM UTC
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
My world has separated me
If you see,o see priya!
On every road
Every crossing
Your memories
Stop me
Everywhere
Is your touch
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
I was alone a lonely bird
You extended your hand
Called and brought me
O you taught me
Such giving
O howsoever I try
Can't forget you,can't ,O priya!
O my mind is today
So unstable
Without you
Am I empty
O in my chest
Smoke unknown
Fills up!
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
O the path doesn't end
The feet move on
I feel really
I have lost
The address
O the night doesn't end
Dreams don't come
O I doesn't know
How many moons
Of tears
O yesterday
Was my love
Today it
Feels so far
O the touch
Of memories
Unending !
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya!
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
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
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
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
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
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
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC