Author: prat.jain

Hobby writer. Published in various anthologies. Performer at open mics. Likes to read and write quotes, shayari, poems, articles, stories, write ups etc.

Downpour, Deluge, Drench…

Dejected, Deserted, Disheartened,
She left me,

Darned, Damned, Dumped,
I am being,

Distressed, Discouraged, Downhearted,
I feel,

Dissected, Dispirited, Defeated,
My heart is,

Droopy, Dreary, Dull,
Spirits are,

Deficient, Defective, Depleted,
Faculties tend to be,

Doubts, Debates, Disputes,
Arise inside me,

Dark, Desolate, Dingy,
Surroundings seem,

Dusty, Dismal, Doomed,
Future looks,

Dirgeful, Doleful, Drugged,
I appear,

Dodgy, Despair, Dolorous,
I am to world now,

Doofus, Dimwit, Dumbo,
They will judge me,

Darling, Delight, Dear,
Has become past,

Dapper, Dashing, Debonair,
I used to be…

Dreamilty

Every word of my poem is like shaves of wood scraped from heart,
Every emotion infused therein is like drop of blood squeezed from arteries,
So read when I write for you,

Your idea revolves inside brain like wind in cyclone,
Your image is fixed eternally like pupil in eyes,
That’s how I think of you,

You are always beside me like invisible MacDonald’s mascot,
Your voice keep reverberating so I plug ears without music,
Therefore I never left alone,

Every gush of winds is like your scarf sliding over,
Every push back is like you are pulling and holding,
Every itch feels like a peck of kiss,
Every day appears a dream and
Every night a reality.

Afficionado

Far across the horizon,
Where waves merge into sky,
There is an island of pearls,
Checkered with rainbowy treeline,

Where animals fly to pluck fruits,
Fishes climb up the hills,
Birds swim upside down,
And insects dance without song,

Wind hums drum of symphony,
Rivers add lyrics to cacophony,
Rocks are library of nature,
Flowers are key to future,

Fruits are sour,
Leaves are sweeter,
Root grows up higher,
Trrunk goes deeper,

Sand flows like sparkling wine,
Water spreads like oilslick,
Butterflies ornates our body,
B’coz diamonds are catapulted,

Beyond this dreamland,
You are my world,
Without any differentiations,
You will be the distinction,

Jealous of whom are angels,
Arousing envy among dieties,
I will hide you in our aura,
Shroud of insanity, where

Bereft of profanity,
Love will be only commodity,
Judging for each other sincerity,
Transcending into immortality,

You will see me as your aficionado,
Whose is you muse, you are the cult.

The Veil

A guy caught my attention in the mall. I kept staring at him so that he looks back. Following his instincts, he searched for the eyes which gazed him. I blinked quickly to assure that it was me. He smiled.

I pulled up my brows asking him what is he looking at ? He gestured with his hands that my eyes are beautiful. I blushingly closed my lids. I blew out my pupils to his muscles and danced my eyes to compliment his gym body. He turned pink.

He invited me to nearby coffee shop. I angrily glared back and directed him towards my family. He requested me to pull up my veil so that he can see the face which adorned such beautiful eyes. I pulled down my net and turned my back.

His restlessness was apparent in mirror. I pointed finger at my veil and signalled him that it’s enough for now. His innocent eyes and folded hands melted me.

So I turned and pulled up my net. He sighed and smiled. Pulling my eyebrows, I asked what now ? He swing his neck slowly to both sides and fluttered his eyes like dancing in his head. So I started blinking my eyes quickly but he gave confusing look. I blinked my eyes slowly & repeatedly just to have some fun.

Thinking with my pupils up, I puzzled him and pointed him to find these eyes and left in hurrily after my mother.

Evil Doll

A Doll, with red cheeks,
Blonde hair that tweaks,
Colourful frocks she wear,
With sparkles every where,

Innocence which catches hold,
Smile that cannot be sold,
But eyes are more than it seem,
Iris have something else to gleam,

Her corrupt designs never got grounded,
Causing many groups disbanded,
Nobody bother about it,
So they fall under her armpit,

A boy gets in fallout,
He is saved by a scout,
But there are many fool,
So she continues to rule..!!

Sunday…

Here comes cherished Sunday,
Whole weak i planned to lay,
Though sleeping till forenoon,
But no plan to leave bed any soon.

From window comes the sunlight,
Turning my black heart to white,
Prodding not to waste my stay,
Surprisingly life options began to weigh.

As far as I could see,
I found a green tree,
Watching the birds who are free,
Wondered could I also be ?

With the thoughts came night,
But i couldn't set anything right,
From the window I gazed moon,
Realised i am lazy to change life's tune.