Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Crowned

It’s the fire
that is singing new
in the cavern of my soul
as the sheep are calling
for peace
And the wolves are
chasing me through
shadows and darkness
to torment
and devour the flesh
That can express
only half of what I feel
And yet can symbolize so much more.
For I am a lion
in flaming gold
Falling down upon the Earth
as a thousand sparks of starlight.
I am raging
Firefly
to be caught
by some handsome spider
that will burn in the flames of
my hate
And the ransom will not arrive
before I am free.
HourNeverKnow
For this is the reason
I grow large day by day
with the changing of the seasons,
I am not the same
But the same heart overrides
the same heart overcomes
the same face becomes
what is, has always meant to be.
Patience a somber cast
that holds me back
But when I finally surrender
to its encircling arms
It lifts me up like a bird upon the crest of sunset
and walks me through the beaches of eternity
This sky is beautiful
and so are my eyes
when you have been reflected
in them
Darling-don’t step back
the waterfall of H2O
is carrying us through
like never before
I am here, as are you
and the sunrise here
to pronounce us King & Queen


4th February 2010

Sunday, March 21, 2010

The World

Everyone Says that the world
is progressed, modern and intellectual . . .

But when everything sounds like angry thunder
and all of this trash is under
the feet of a bunch of dunder-
heads
and my house is left in cinders
and can’t be fixed by builders
and I can’t find any funders
and none are helpers, just bystanders
and there are lots of papers in binders
made by trees ground in grinders
and people are just wilder
instead of being kinder
then I begin to wonder
if the world has been led into a great, big blunder.

21Oct. 2005

Thursday, March 4, 2010

My Stutter

I try not to speak
when there is nothing to say
But when you’re there my heart
is in silence.
And I want to share it with you.
I speak and stutter
And struggle to speak
In the hope of a quiet moment
Between our tossing words
Tossing upon a ravenous sea.
See, I speak to you
To hear you talk
To play with your words.
When you are speaking
I explore a wooden glen
I wade in the chilled stream
I watch the sunlight land upon you
I am free I am safe
When you speak, and when you don’t
There is a peace
I find with you
Do not see when I stutter
I am speaking silence
And smiling too.
All I’m doing
Is waiting for you.

Priyanka
25th February 2010

Black Dress

Twisting into a new dress
For another little tryst
With society
To take a new form
for this particular set of eyes

These eyes though
are itchy and red
getting tired of seeing
People wear black more nowadays
More sleep, more darkness more amour
Less cited stains
Its easier on the perfect eyes
of that generation-
Weddings, Funerals
Sons and daughters.

We are not a colorful home to be in
and its time to get changed.
The guests love to see
your young vital bodies
move beneath the black.
Just keep moving
Keep grooving
Keep up the beat
Make it better
if you can

We don’t want no improvisation
No modification
No simplification
We want your moves
We want your bodies moving
to the beats we know-
We want the love
C’mon, its supposed to flow
from those young black hearts of yours
Get out there
and dance.
~Priyanka
8th Feb. 2010