PRAGYA SUMAN

PRAGYA SUMAN

Stoic Of Spring

Spring caged in the white mist was like a ledge of snow

Much whimpering was going on and on in a glow

your puff of warm breath came like a rescue

Mist melted away...

Look! song of freedom of spring sung by roses after previous winter

That spring died at my doorstep this year

your tells of spiritual destiny

has brought nothing to my doomed soul

There is nothing like beyond par in world whole

I would drink philter's vial rinsed in rose

I seek salvation in love

I am stoic of spring….!

Fire

When in a desolate enlightened evening

I made tea, you looked bemused for a while

Washed down in one gulp, as drastic depart was going to be there

Denial was in your eyes, tears were in my heart

Last waving hand is still in the air!

I drank your left ... 

My lip got charred as fire was in your leftover.

That day my black lip sang a song of bereavement.

Since then i have endured multiple fire

Until the flame of a pyre came to my rescue!

I saw your sublimation in, reduced to ashes

As flames were leaping in the graveyard

A fire was also alighted in my heart

My soul engulfed all of them in a glow

That day i became snow.

Tug Of War

White mist has spread upon winter

gaudy sun rays get pallid in  that way

I wore the same pallidity...you know

my one bit get melt away to make

a solid bit …

which is not alien but mine..

a real tug of war written in my fate

I filled up my quiver lest battle would stop…

every arrow descended upon me

I filled up again and again

I am in multiple bits…

I am in multiple wars….!

PRAGYA SUMAN

Dr PRAGYA SUMAN is Doctor by profession  and she is posted in medical college  .Literature is her passion. She is from India.