A paperboat is sailing,
Gently swaying .
Along the flow,
In the morning glow.
Moving hurriedly,
Balancing steadily.
The speed increases,
With the water’s creases.
Through the rocks,
Absorbing the shocks.
Floating downstream,
As in a dream.
Without a blink,
On the wet bank ,
My childhood stood,
Wishing all good.
A paperboat is sailing,
Gently swaying.
– Priya Pramod
Happy Reading 🙂
There was a stone,
Who forgot its name.
Lived a long time;
thinking its coal.
In extreme temperatures,
Buried deep down.
It didn’t know;
What its worth is!
The luster was dull
Due to mud and dust.
It was never aware,
of the sparkle and shine.
Came a day;
when it was pulled out from abyss.
Saw the bright sun
and felt the cool breeze.
Slowly the stone started to glitter.
The wait for it ;
has been so long!
Oh! Diamond,
You sparkle !
You are born for it.
Let the world witness,
Your sheer brilliance.
~ Priya Pramod
Happy Reading 🙂 &
Happy International Women’s Day
A man walks on the rope,
Like a skilled dancer,
At times stretching a leg to one side,
sometimes the hands.
Balancing his weight.
He has to keep moving.
The rope shudders,
as if it wants him to fall.
It quakes and shivers
But the man still stands.
One step at a time,
That’s how he thinks.
At times it feels almost,
The equilibrium is lost.
Heartbeats rise,
Breath stops.
But he still stands.
Bit by bit he moves forward,
Touches the other end.
Aren’t we all that man?
Looking for equilibrium,
throughout The Walk of Life?
~ Priya Pramod
Have a good day 🙂
They say it’s good to look for the silver linings! But, what if the silver linings you see are all amidst your thick black hair? Is it Wisdom brimming ? Or your body is running the age marathon like a 100 meter race 🙂
I will take the first – it’s Wisdom. That’s how we look for silver linings ,right? 😉
“I am not this hair, I am not this skin,I am the soul that lives within” ~ Rumi.
Stay positive.
Happy Reading !
–Priya Pramod
It was a stormy twilight,
Cold and dark,
Light’s whiplashes descended,
Earth in pain screamed .
Deafening thunder!
In to the chaos ,
A tiny Life was born,
Weeping!
there She was,
Like a fallen cloud.
Timid and afraid,
She clenched to nature’s bosoms,
seeking warmth.
The Mother was in agony!
and the Life was soft and fragile.
No pain stopped the Mother,
from nurturing her.
She grew.
Little fingers wrapped around the mother’s.
She slowly took tiny steps.
To see the world,
The colors , the sparkles, the rainbows!
The wounded mother –
aspired to see the Life ,rejuvenating!
Slowly the Mother’s dreams got wings.
Her Life soared in to the sky-
As a Majestic cloud.
to be a shade to many,
to quench the thirst of many.
The mother,The earth ,
Looking at that Life,
held her head high !
Happy Reading 🙂
— Priya Pramod
Any thoughts? 🙂
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