A Place Undiscovered

I yearn for a place undiscovered,
With no one around to talk.
It will just be me unfettered;
I’ll breathe, yawp and walk.

I’ll crinkle the crisp, clean air
And chase after dragonflies;
I’ll wander here and there,
Watching suns set and rise.

I’ll sing in merry solitude,
And dance with unbound joy;
For I’ll have nothing to brood
Over, worry about or cry.⁠⁠⁠⁠

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

The Edge of Dusk

I am at the edge of Dusk,
With darkness spreading
Its inescapable blanket
Across the crimson sky.

I chaperone the dark Night,
As it creeps in from shadows
Of things inanimate,
Dimming my golden shine.

I sense the growing Evil
Diffusing like poisonous air;
Invisible, but omnipresent,
Clawing it’s way into hearts.

I stand witness in silence,
Frozen and handicapped;
Aware, but unable;
I know not what to do.

I can only kneel in prayer,
Begging for strength,
And hoping for faith
To get me through!

~ Pradeep CE.

Where is Poetry Born?

Long ago,
And lost to thought,
Wondered did I
Where poetry was born.

The evening breeze,
The monsoon rain,
And lofty mountains
I searched in vain.

In mighty seas,
And hidden caves
I searched again,
But in vain.

In mother’s love,
A lover’s eyes,
In nature’s lap,
In sacrifice,

The cradle of poetry
I hoped to find.
But alas,
’twas in vain.

I sat me down,
The temple of poetry
Never to be found.

Then I realized
I’d always known
The voice of poetry
As my own.

So I closed my eyes,
And looked within.
The home of poetry
I was finally in!

~ Pradeep CE 🙂

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As the day draws
To a close,
And night shrouds
Me in silence,

As stars peek out
From the sky,
And darkness sings
A sweet lullaby,

I think of you,
O sweet girl!
And a pain unbearable,
Claws my heart!

A silent scream,
I let slip
Into the deaf,
Starry night.

I cry, I bleed.
I hurt, but I know
That Death
Is the only relief.

~ Pradeep CE.

The Ceaseless Void

I wish my memories
Were written in sand,
So the waters of time
Can wash them away.

I wish my thoughts
Were little matchsticks,
So I can strike them
And burn them to ashes.

I wish my heart
Were made of stone,
So it would hurt less
And not yearn.

But etched in steel,
Is my consciousness.
And my hollow self
Is condemned to grieve.

For as many times
As I try to fill it,
The ceaseless void
Is empty as you left.

~ Pradeep CE 🙂