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My Poetries, Thoughts & Attitudes


Thoughts

  • A festival

    A festival

    Walking through my memory there are many streets I saw , but the most colorful and vibrant street I can recollect is the Mullackal Temple Street in Alleppey during the time of the Temple festival that happens annually in DecemberAmid the low height buildings of the street stood the majestic temple with the traditional music Continue reading

  • Rise

    Rise

    When eyebrows raise,ignorant of your strengths –Smile!When they frown,mocking at you –Walk!When Fingers point at you,ignorant of your ability –Don’t flinch!When words are heaped,like toxin –Focus!When they think you will break –Rise!–Priya Pramod PC :Pexels , Copyright : Priya’s Visuals Continue reading

  • Questions

    Questions

    Down the deep dungeon,The corridors dark.Screams of the prisoners,Echoed on the cold stones. Bleeding and in pain,Some were half-dead .How many came and went,No one counted. The castle was majestic,All glorious and lit.Prisoners were tokens – Of victory and valor.Questions rang,In those helpless souls –How are we enemies?What is our sin?————————————- Stay Blessed 🙂— Priya Continue reading

  • Hope.

    Hope.

    Like a leaf on water ,You float.Something is holding you,from sinking into abyss. It’s your Hope.It can do that.It negates the forces,that drowns you.You feel weightless;Off all the burdens.Hold on to it,like roots to the soil.Nothing will stop you.Nothing! Stay Happy 🙂-Priya Pramod Note: Let me know your thoughts 🙂 PC: Pexels Copyrights :Priya’s Visuals Continue reading

  • The Lost Spring.

    The Lost Spring.

    They waited at my doorstep,Flowers, so beautiful.They didn’t know ,that I chose to be in my world.They waited there ,As much as I waited to go to them.Both futile.They couldn’t come inand I couldn’t go.The wait was so long ,that they started to wither.They bid Adieu!To meet next Spring! Positively 🙂Priya Pramod Note:Hope ,You will Continue reading

  • Selfless.

    Selfless.

    Poison spewed into the air ,that She gave them to breathe.Her water was clogged ,with synthetic dirt,they spit.So was Her soil,with detritus.She was screaming to stop.Nobody heard.She was exploited.They celebrated. Enough is enough ,The Nature intervened.They all ran and hid,And She started to Heal.But Her soul still aches,For Them!How cannot She ? — Positively 🙂 Continue reading