A Fallen cloud

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

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Poetry published in the anthology – The Kali Project

Grateful and thrilled to share that my poetry is chosen to be part of the Internationally published Anthology book The Kali Project.
As a person who tries to scribble own thoughts/observations as poems, this is yet another blessing that the universe has brought my way.
Super proud and blessed.
The Kali Project is a powerful anthology which tries to capture the realities of gender inequalities, sexism and patriarchal mindset that have in turn empowered and invigorated the growing movement for true equality.
The Kali Project is available for sale via Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Kali…/dp/1951724062/ref=sr_1_1…
For the first time ever we have also made the publication available via an Indian distributor Pothi, enabling our Indian readers to purchase copies locally:https://store.pothi.com/…/candice-louisa-daquin-editor…/
Book Depository: https://www.bookdepository.com/Kali…/9781951724061…
Barnes & Noble: https://www.barnesandnoble.com/…/the-kali…/1138632460…

Stay Positive 🙂
Happy Reading ,
Priya Pramod

Scar

They came with a smile ,
that she couldn’t fathom.
She was on the clouds
and thanked her stars!
Time was witness,
for the smile was wicked.
Like seasons’ witchcraft ,
Their colors too changed,
to dirty greys.
She was devastated.
She felt betrayed.
Her fear came true,
when she saw those claws!
They cut through her,
straight at her heart;
Bleeding her ,scaring her.
She lost her trust –
in good and bad.
Her eyes got blurred,
She can’t see what truth is.
Slowly she withdrew,
to her inner shell.
For she feared –
the brutal blows again!
That wasn’t enough for them.
…and then she stood up,
with all her might.
For her, for all.

–Priya Pramod