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Destined to Sojourn And I know you will leave.. For you are destined to sojourn The dark tunnel that I travel, With inmates that I wander, Sullen rubrics all over the the wall. And I feel you Like the fresh breeze, In the summer afternoon. Like a guiding light, In the dusky bridge. Like a known, In unknown. Some odd day, I wonder I seek I beseech To unravel you. And I quit I quit to unravel you. I embrace to cherish, Your ephemerality.                                                                                                                   Prerna Mishra 

ONE Plethora of plans Divers desires One dream Polychromatic perceptions Various versions One truth Assorted acquaintances A few friends One love Umpteen undone Recherché reasons One life Fifteen fiascos Two triumphs One lesson

Veronica, try and teach me someday!  Come back veronica I miss the real you. You as I see today, an untrue mortal! The girl who was on her voyage, voyage of dreams, has deferred her dreams and changed her route.  I cry, all night but you never answer my questions. Why do you lie to yourself, veronica?  You were different; you carried a heart that wished change! On the way you changed, you are now just a part of crowd. Money reigns supremacy, buy peace if you can veronica, buy for me too! Ooh veronica, I am at loss of words, I see you depart from yourself. How I wish, you could still listen to your calling! You could stand against the treacherous world but you chose to adjourn it. Veronica, I hope with all that worldly pleasure you have, you also have a good night sleep. Buy good decisions veronica, you need them. May be you are right veronica, this is the way you will find yourself again, for the final time without an iota of doubt. It is only after elimination t...

Girl, Go & Grow She chose the burning road, the different air, the puzzle that no one dares! I hear the reason they throw at you- “girls can’t”, “get back home”, “time up”. I know the reason you tell yourself. I don’t feel your pain but your passion roars telling its story. She crawls, walks, runs, falls, but refuses to stop. She embraces the pain. That girl goes and grows through pain. Friends, she doesn’t have them. she knew it would be a deserted path. Ordinary girl, no extraordinary skill set, but dreams. She runs forward, detaching herself from this breed. Breaking the chains, she reaches out to new horizon. Through that sceptic glasses, the world would never see the real her. Of all the persons, I met on earth. She is the craziest of the bunch. She is restless and persistent She is weak and strong She is frightened and is fighting. I watch her on battle field, to find whose reason will win, to know how long hope kept her heart beating, to feel he...

Through glitzy aisle                                                                Prerna Mishra Ooh! Yes I see it, Confounded and stupefied. I see the passion, That got lost, Staggers through glitzy aisle. I implore, not all Just a quarter of it, For sorority. For I am scared of this race Who says “nuclear weapons for peace”! Who believes earth will soak all, All its treacherous deeds! Who says “freedom”! But will decimate In the name of Religion and gender. Who feels the heat Albeit, says “what climate change”? Who disdains at blight of poverty Rationalizing it as “fate”! Yes I see it, Confounded and stupefied As it staggers...

It’s just us….                                                                                                               Prerna Mishra From the fear of losing, from the fear of being laughed at, from the fear of rising higher than acquaintances. Today burn this, for it does not allow me to walk with me. I have had good days and bad days. I have had questions at the end of the day no body answered. I have cried among deaf people and smiled among blind people. Mondays I let the problem win over and other days I won. Walking with nothing that is my, yet I felt everything is for me. Travelling with closed eyes seemed an overwhelming idea to me. Let me never acknowledge what has gone wrong, there...

Clap for me Mr. celebrity                                                                           Prerna Mishra  Reality shows, thank you. No not you big boss, this is for shows like India’s got talent, Indian idol, Dance India dance and shows like this.  Glued to bed, totally in control of idiot box.  A bunch of kids who said, they don’t have money to buy clothes and so painted their body for the performance. Many don’t go to school saying ‘ hasiyat nai hai hamare’. I waited to see the act and was awe-struck. They were flying, yes they were!       Now as the three celebrities stand and clap, kids have tears in their eyes. They have a big yes from judges. And, I think to myself now people around them will rate these kids as talented, if they...