Unappreciated wasteful void
Nothing to say
Nowhere to go
Nobody to be with

Irrevocable.
Seemingly irrevocable
Silence.

Frozen unresponsive slumber
Stared directionless
Random sincerity

At home at work from home from work

Intoxicated and full
Of ideas and being
Of memories and loss
Of promises and doubts
Of resolves and delays
Of dreams and not
Of him and her

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Sending letters
Post office and first day covers
Summer break and pen friends
Envelope and stamps
Postman and afternoons
Wait and perusals
Smile and tears
All lost…

Sending messages from one id to the other. Both mine.

Unattended unguided unseen underground

Lived stale childhood abandoned

“Someone is here” but not to release them

Someone was there to release something else

And lived her childhood again

Rejuvenation is ephemeral, boredom stays

Isolation is forever, congestion prevails

Forever is silence, music hinders

Lyric is sensibility, words obfuscate

Intention is compulsive, perception administers

Opportunity is materialisation, purpose vanishes

Journey is quintessential, time obstructs

Inspiration is a triviality, momentous occurs

Spontaneity is monotony, trivial  intensifies

Longing is  intoxication, emotion suffers

‘Nostalgia is a distraction’, distraction lingers

-Priyanka Singhal and Surbhi Nagpal

It had thought it was morning
It ran deep into woods for fun,
Was tricked!
It was still evening
Naps are confusing
They take you to another world
and make you forget time

What is waking, what is sleeping?
The forest was tempting
The fragrance mesmerizing
And darkness awaiting…

What is dusk, what is dawn?
There it was the lovely fawn
As darkness enveloped it came to mind
It had left home far behind
Amidst the rustling of sounds
The shrieking of hounds
It could not find its way out.

A myriad of experiences, a thousand of doubts
A lost soul trying to find its way round and about
No shining star
Not a moonlit night
It stood the dark spirits in a fight.

As it lay on the ground tired and fatigued
A glimmer of light fell on its eyes
Each daybreak allows for a withered plant to grow
Each night awaits a new morrow

The fawn had seen a new world
A world of possibilities in sojourn
Obscure and obfuscated as it was
Taught it the lesson of caution.

Night had concealed and revealed itself in stages
Just as light and the dark are phases
The fawn gave its fears chases
Without regrets without malaise
It returned home from the maze.

– Surbhi Nagpal & Priyanka Singhal

A few hushed voices, a few loud ones,
Perceptions being made, apprehensions won
Curiosities and quick glancing
Expectations and lack of strings:
Silenced and shut by conceptions and notions
Sitting in the darkest of corners
Kept struggling for recognition.
A fight against obliteration
A fight against nullification
Unnoticed unvoiced…

As rejection became a routine
Light came from the darkest of things
Out of the window
She saw
A flight without hesitation
Fresh out of its nest it soared
the cocoon had already got bored
Fragile and trembling it took charge of its life
Its strength became its light.

Its strength became her light.
Apprehensions became appreciations
Silent struggles motivations
Expectations came of age
Driven by the sage
She cast a niche
And broke her cage.

-Priyanka Singhal & Surbhi Nagpal