Topic : Poetry
Your Name : Krupa Prabhudesai
State : Maharashtra
Language : English
Font Used : Biome Light
Music
Under the starry moonlight, I carried an untold story,
In the hope that someone could here me.
No one but the melodic whispers and rhythmic rivers,
Could here my tears.
The tunes that choose to understand my inner silence,
The symphony that carried thousand conversations on blank canvas.
May the woodwinds recognize my darkness,
And the music bring my entire world asleep.
Rose
The heart of magical rose,
Who connected two souls.
The hush of dawn still holding on,
The fragrance of rose still roaming around.
The feelings both manifested throughout,
The petals extended a special shout out.
Their vision intended to stay on each other,
Glad to have sat under like the rose in December.
The freedom
Every eve of yesterday I was in dark,
But today I have a freedom to choose my spark.
For the years I came wearing an apology,
Now those years are setting me free.
The phases of disconnections along the way,
I merely exist among them and stay.
Today I have the freedom to say goodbye,
By letting it pass through my heart in one cry.
The ocean
The ocean at sunrise keeps chasing the gold,
Where we all are disguised and hidden behind the folds.
When the waves heals the body,
The soul blooms into beautiful tapestry.
And when the centre of the sun touches the ocean serene,
We stand on the hill to see the good old sea blow in.
The calm blues lullaby eased the creatures,
Admiring the dark full of emotions.
Photography and Memories
Released the capture button and snapped the golden hour,
In the fear that the moment wouldn’t escape.
The curtains of amber hues chased the dark,
And answered all the prayers that touched the heart.
The lens caught it’s forever moon at a single glance,
The flashback scattered and rearranged the demands.
And the memories got it’s permanent gallery,
That stayed up all the night and existed merely.
Water
Sober water with deep silence,
Which reflected the words of kindness.
The tranquillity inside the river,
That brings the comfort to rest forever.
The reflection on the surface created positive frame,
The words of vision new the name.
It’s gentle whispers carried away the emotional baggage,
Eases the soul by turning the life’s pages.
Rains and Humans
We are busy all the time,
But when it rains we simply stay.
When the cloud starts to drop the tears,
We blend out our tears within.
The drops on our body bury the feeling of suffering,
Only to bloom because we are emotional dandelions.
We stopped our true feelings that kept drowning,
Seen or unseen the rain rescued and uplifted from a mile.
Kitchen
A humble morning in the kitchen,
With the greenery outside the door,
Paralyzed the moment,
By opening a mat on the floor.
This unedited place of home
Needs every inch of memories,
To place the puzzled pieces
And to choose pastery.
The countertop of the kitchen gives lesson
Of culinary,
To serve food to our people like we serve our
hearts to them involuntarily.
The token of love it gives
When we pour our whole heart into,
A morning coffee in our palms
To calm our soul .
