Submissions by prachi (Prachi Wahi)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm a poet, by accident...Have found no other way to express what I feel in various situations, and so want to retain that feeling forever for remembrance in the form of poetry.
SELF POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2016 5:43pm
2nd Jan 2016 5:43pm
A Past Not Lived
Twenty four summers and winters;
Monotonous yet unparalleled.
Dragged myself or pushed ahead
Through this meadow or mess?
Made efforts to ignore or impress;
But life remained a nonchalant dread.
Future revelation made the present dead
Like a shroud to dress and undress.
Worthless to look back and address;
That past (neither lived nor left).
Crumbled like a paper into shreds
Don't read, don't touch, don't regret.
Monotonous yet unparalleled.
Dragged myself or pushed ahead
Through this meadow or mess?
Made efforts to ignore or impress;
But life remained a nonchalant dread.
Future revelation made the present dead
Like a shroud to dress and undress.
Worthless to look back and address;
That past (neither lived nor left).
Crumbled like a paper into shreds
Don't read, don't touch, don't regret.
587 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Aug 2015 4:20pm
22nd Aug 2015 4:20pm
Nostalgic Fragrance
That long forgotten road
Never seemed so familiar before
Submerged scent revived today
Without a physical carriage
Without concealing itself in the air
But, it surely came from somewhere
Reestablishing your gentle caress
Fleeting yet determined to impress
You should've stayed a little longer
To cement your soul's scent a bit stronger
Now the residue of that nostalgic fragrance is left,
To haunt through the pages of the novels you read,
The doors you knocked, the secrets you kept,
My heart's regret;
The dried up tears we both shed.
Never seemed so familiar before
Submerged scent revived today
Without a physical carriage
Without concealing itself in the air
But, it surely came from somewhere
Reestablishing your gentle caress
Fleeting yet determined to impress
You should've stayed a little longer
To cement your soul's scent a bit stronger
Now the residue of that nostalgic fragrance is left,
To haunt through the pages of the novels you read,
The doors you knocked, the secrets you kept,
My heart's regret;
The dried up tears we both shed.
538 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Dec 2014 5:30pm
19th Dec 2014 5:30pm
Revenge Attack? Attack Revenge.
The fire of that cyclic revenge
Springing from the depths of my wound
Your vengeful dagger was deeply entrenched
Suppressing all voice, all sound
Look, I stand again
The wound is healed
But not the pain
Wait, my turn is to be unleashed
Dagger for dagger, blood for blood
You killed my child, I'll slaughter yours
We'll go in circles, round and round
Until our race is extinct from this earth
My turn: my turn is to turn around
And put my eyes on all the dead
Buried or burnt, missing or found
Yours and mine, the dead are...
Springing from the depths of my wound
Your vengeful dagger was deeply entrenched
Suppressing all voice, all sound
Look, I stand again
The wound is healed
But not the pain
Wait, my turn is to be unleashed
Dagger for dagger, blood for blood
You killed my child, I'll slaughter yours
We'll go in circles, round and round
Until our race is extinct from this earth
My turn: my turn is to turn around
And put my eyes on all the dead
Buried or burnt, missing or found
Yours and mine, the dead are...
531 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 2:40pm
12th Dec 2014 2:40pm
"Love's Rendezvous"
At the point where the earth meets the sky
And the bushy trees grow a ripe, red fruit
I look up and feel a little shy
As my eyes frame a silver lining so acute
The swift, black birds pierce and deny
My heart's desire to make you emerge in the blue
By staring and staring, I make the heaven comply
And yield; to generate your image anew
Before sunrise and before sunset, I fly
To your world with a skilled crew-
Eyes, Hand, Heart and I
Integrate; as our rendezvous' due.
And the bushy trees grow a ripe, red fruit
I look up and feel a little shy
As my eyes frame a silver lining so acute
The swift, black birds pierce and deny
My heart's desire to make you emerge in the blue
By staring and staring, I make the heaven comply
And yield; to generate your image anew
Before sunrise and before sunset, I fly
To your world with a skilled crew-
Eyes, Hand, Heart and I
Integrate; as our rendezvous' due.
689 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Dec 2014 2:38pm
12th Dec 2014 2:38pm
Romance
Long intellectual conversations
In the middle of the night
While roaming around the empty streets
Under the seemless, dark sky
And the immense spotlight of the full moon
That follows us wherever we go.
Romance. This is it.
In the middle of the night
While roaming around the empty streets
Under the seemless, dark sky
And the immense spotlight of the full moon
That follows us wherever we go.
Romance. This is it.
799 reads
5 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
25th Nov 2014 5:06pm
25th Nov 2014 5:06pm
Connected
An everyday chat with your family & friends makes you feel warm and cosy with a familiar sense of protection. But when a total stranger from a different continent incidentally drops by to read your views on a social networking site and share his/her emotions related to the same thought; it makes the entire world grow small, warm and cosy.
568 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Nov 2014 2:20pm
21st Nov 2014 2:20pm
Literature Personified
When you need to search yourself in another's history
You seek me
When you need to break up with Lady Practical or Lord Rational
You seek me
When your own love story bursts your bubble-heart
You seek me
When you want to fulfil your subconscious, unrealistic desires
You seek me
When nihilism, existentialism overpowers your Science
You seek me
Oh, right now you don't need me?
Keep waiting for Godot
At the end of the tunnel
You'll meet me.
You seek me
When you need to break up with Lady Practical or Lord Rational
You seek me
When your own love story bursts your bubble-heart
You seek me
When you want to fulfil your subconscious, unrealistic desires
You seek me
When nihilism, existentialism overpowers your Science
You seek me
Oh, right now you don't need me?
Keep waiting for Godot
At the end of the tunnel
You'll meet me.
626 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
18th Nov 2014 1:28pm
18th Nov 2014 1:28pm
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When we start to spend a lot of time with someone, we imbibe some of his/her personality traits in our own personality too. And especially when he/she is not around, we feel their presence within ourselves. What a charm!
636 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
15th Nov 2014 5:57pm
15th Nov 2014 5:57pm
Talk to Me
Crumbled paper, wrinkled letters
A deep sigh of dismay
Long talks, regular chatters
Poles apart (hard to say)
Wonder when I wander
The past that is passed
Alive again in dreamy slumber
Right here (We'll never last)
Talk to me of country music
Talk to me of liberal arts
Talk to me of Garcia Marquez
Talk to me of broken hearts...
A deep sigh of dismay
Long talks, regular chatters
Poles apart (hard to say)
Wonder when I wander
The past that is passed
Alive again in dreamy slumber
Right here (We'll never last)
Talk to me of country music
Talk to me of liberal arts
Talk to me of Garcia Marquez
Talk to me of broken hearts...
606 reads
0 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
15th Nov 2014 8:30am
15th Nov 2014 8:30am
Weird
Why is it difficult to recall the pleasant memories associated with someone who departed causing a bad memory?
595 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
2nd Nov 2014 5:45am
2nd Nov 2014 5:45am
Sunday
When my mind is out of focus, I notice the unnoticeable.
629 reads
6 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Oct 2014 5:45pm
23rd Oct 2014 5:45pm
Escapist by Need
When I sense that an unpleasant conversation is about to take place with somebody, I feel like playing "Statues" so as to avoid making a bad memory that will last forever.
577 reads
1 Comment
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