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!

THE THOUGHT OF US

You've encircled my dreams
for a love, 
long lost.
Once we flowed 
like the waves of the same sea,
Once we bloomed 
like the flowers of the same tree,
And I didn't want to write this,
Dint have the courage to even start,
Because you might have once deserved it,
But you no longer,
deserve my art.

Once you touched me 
like a chill summer breeze,
That soothes 
the harsh summer heat,
that flows with the wind 
like your sweet giggling.
Once I would have given 
my heart to you, 
my sister, 
to the version of you 
in my imagination,
Funny 
how we believe them so deeply 
to overlook the reality,
And we slice our soul into pieces 
for something that never existed.

But I believe that maybe once, it was real. 
That once you would look back at us 
and not speak of swears.
Once you were in my memories 
that didn't hurt,
Once our memories 
didn't reek of betrayal
Once I could talk about us 
without losing my breath,
Without knowing 
that we were just your pretence,
Without knowing 
that I burdened you on my high roads 
when I thought you held me willingly.

Then maybe once 
I could think about us without a rope to my neck,
Maybe once 
I could talk about us without a rock to my chest,
And maybe then 
I wouldn't run away from 

the thought of us.

                       

      Poetry by Priyanka

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DROWNING

( Peace in the thoughts of death)

Drowning

I saw the face of peace 

towards the ends of tunnels, 

dark and deep. 

 

in the breathless quiet bottoms 

of warm 

and steady seas.

 

I saw fear - 

not of death, 

not of when my life may cease 

but of life itself, 

that recklessly 

forces us to it, 

with no care for our peace.

Drowning. 

I only hear 

the beat of my heart 

That beats 

still, in the body of the dead 

That beats 

still, in a low pitched sound.

  

Not one breath passes, 

only the water brushes through, 

my entire body 

like it's trying to break through. 

 

Travelling somewhere 

Into the sky maybe it seems, 

now that I look from underneath. 

It seems like I stand still in the world, alone. 

And nobody pushes me down anymore 

I stand still 

and the bed of the ocean 

rises up below my feet

My mind stays calm and blue, 

it does not mix anymore 

the concepts of past and present and where they must be 

Like it carried the memories of one into another, 

stuck in a place where they meet, 

refusing my commands 

so shamelessly. 

 

I tried to convince it, 

but it refused every time 

To understand the difference 

of what is yet to come 

and what has already gone by 

 

Yet it kept dragging 

what has passed already 

asking me to pen it down 

into another aching rhyme

But it floats calm today 

like a piece of meat, 

Numb and cold like 

the sound of my heartbeat 

That slows down in this sinking water, 

And finally stops 

to hopefully, 

never repeat.

                                                      

    ~ Poetry by Priyanka

IN ANOTHER WORLD

(may you find peace)

Trapped inside the body of a depressed being

"I flip through pages to look for a few words to describe what I can't 

To think for me the thoughts I fear to speak out loud. 

Looking for a healing, to go back to believing.

Truth is,We're all running in circles, 

Looking for deeper meanings in blank metaphors 

Testing how long we can go, till we're insane. 

Expecting, believing, getting hurt, 

And all of it back , all over again. 

Until we give upand go away 

Into a universe where we could find peace

          And in which, we may.

Let us sleep and wake up in dreams  

like unicorns across rainbows and all the beautiful things that don't exist. 

We may find peace in dreams beyond 

All the days we collapsed like a worn out building shaken by earthquakes 

All our hurtful wounds hitting right where it breaks 

And find a new skin that isn't marked by atrocities 

And heavy scars that we carry on our shoulders bent down low. 

Cut through my heart for I have spentsleepless nights before. 

Awoken by a heavy bearing. 

But now I shall run into the ocean's lap 

Now I shall fly into the sky's wrath 

Now I shall sleep, 

 peacefully."

                                       
~ Poetry by Priyanka