RECURRING NIGHTMARES 

Waking up perplexed

a heavy shriek of death.

Ploughing through the dreams,

a field full of nightmares.

 

So weary, so confused,

the body, tiresome like a shriveled worm

or an unborn child inside the mother’s womb

Begs for repose – a preposterous demand,

The mind that cowers the dreaming that is deadlier

       Some saplings of nightmares grow a lethal flower 

that frightens,

that chills,

that poisons the soul

others grow the deadliest of them all,

The beguiling sweet nectar called hope.

 

A loud whisper of an altercation, 

sometimes the body does win.

The mind yields - an inevitable bane

Minutes later,

I’m awake in a pool of sweat 

and fright 

and death.

And well, there’s that debate again.

          ***

  From my upcoming collection

'The Poet's Narcissus

NOTE: STRICTLY NOT MEANT FOR FURTHER DISTRIBUTION OR SHARING ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT CONSENT.

CELEBRATE

 CELEBRATE - YOU MUST.

Dearest dear,

Why mourn?

That I am gone too soon.

You must celebrate 

instead,

That I came 

this far.

 

Clueless, you stand,

Of the journey I have covered.

All the ways I have died 

All the ways I have suffered

The tumult in this farewell today,

That leaves your eyes sore

I have felt in my head,

Every second,

A million times before. 

So many nights- I stood awake.

Dare I sleep,

Dreams may come,

Haunting ones, 

Breath-taking ones,

Not many

but quite some.

 

Dearest dear,

What a yawn life has been,

And today, 

Finally I rest.

 

So rejoice along.

Celebrate; 

You must.

 

     

 ***

Poem by Priyanka Singh

                  "From my upcoming collection -

                     The Poet's Narcissus" 

Coming Soon

Author Priyanka singh: AN INTRODUCTION

Author of Death Before Cremation

 

Who am I? 

Hi, My name is Priyanka! 
I am a Poetess, a law student and an author. My debut collection of poetry, "Death Before Cremation", published in the year 2019, sheds light on trauma, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts based on my personal experiences with it that I turned into poetry.                                                                                                          

More than a mere collection of poetry, It is my blood, sweat and tears. It is my feelings of helplessness, resentment, loneliness and everything beyond. It is my journey through the darkest of times. It is the story of my million deaths each day before my body is ready to be cremated. It is my heartache, my pain, my vulnerability, all of it and more in your hands. 

 

                    Update: New Collection coming soon!