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Prabha Trimurty

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Perception

by

Prabha Trimurty

Our society the nucleus of a divine message.
So eloquent a voice of maxims it brings.
The divine predictor, a conscript of moral purity.
Interprets so pathetically to metamorphose our mind.
With preconceived notions of reinventing right from wrong.
Exerting prophetic and infinite harmony of good and evil.

Inevitability of societal ethics of life.
With fervent impulse to raze all evil.
Individuals transforming to freeing the inebriated mind.
Blinded by conviction, to segregate right from wrong
Proscribed their precedence for immortal mirth.
Fearing God's wrath, to escape from torments of hellish fires.

Somewhere between lies the ideal man
Praying for daily pittance of propinquity to Him.
Too plainly contradicts his redemptive purposes.
With misguided mind, he metamorphoses with no choice.
Trying to balance out this ironic satire.
Sees only perception of the infinite in all.

EXPRESS IT

by

Prabha Trimurty

Nothing we do,in our lives can be accomplished without expressing it.

I think I will say it now.
Maybe I should wait.I
f I must I will say it now.
Tomorrow is a better bait.
Let me get it off my chest.
Say it now I must.
Not now,its just not the time.
Sometime soon will do it.
I should have said it yesterday.
Guess,in an hour or so
It would make all the difference.
So let me wait a little longer.
It is not the time yet.
If I should say it now?
It won't matter anyhow.
So I guess I 've made up my mind.
I wont say it now or ever.

Awakened

by

Prabha Trimurty

Early Morn Has shattered my peace.
In a mixed up self-renewing world called mine.
People awaken, to bark aloud their routine lives.
With virtuous and continuous compromise.
Of good not done, the love not given, and unused time.

To the sure extinction that we travel to
My eyes now so wide open they hurt.
Alone, wrapped inside my thoughts
Far away into the windows of my mind
I search for the answers to questions never asked.

Always trying too hard to be
what you think I should be.
I will never be any more perfection than there is now.
Life becomes hard when you are lucky.
You have the forte to overcome anything!

Granting lifelines and will keep going.
All that it ever was. I fret.
Perhaps how things will develop with you drifting
Somewhere between now and then.
Confined to what you are expected to be?

Moving away from childishness behind you,
Yet still far from being old.
This is the fate so radiant in this final fight.
Together so distinct and obvious.
In our mind seeds have been sown, the past holds no lies.
Just when I gave up I came alive.

My luck has made me who I am.
Journeys to the land of no more doubts.
Dissolves the barriers between distance and time.
And I will decide who I'll become.
It's the beginning of the rest of my life.

The Cherokee Indian girl

by

Prabha Trimurty

She was a captivating Cherokee Indian girl.
Her sun burnt face so innocent and pure
Awinita was her name meaning, "fawn"
Crossing over the mountains, she ran
Half lost, and scared, escaping the white-man
He hunted for her flesh, for a trade.
Soon, after Awinita was captured.
This winsome Cherokee girl enslaved
Losing to this enduring huntsman
Her self-worth now in a threat
Awinita was mercilessly auctioned
To the highest bidder, in the land.
Not spared, not saved, not freed but forgotten.
Thus stamping her mottled fate, forever.


Call in Halloween

by

Prabha Trimurty

The spookiest night of the year is on its way.
On October 31 "All Hallows Eve" day
Plum full of paganism to display
A fun time for kids and grown-ups to sashay

Donning the identity of Witches and skeletons
Demons Vampires, ghouls and phantoms
Superheroes, ghosts and skeletons frolic around.
Roaming the streets, on their trick-or-treat rounds

These made-up elements of the spirit realm
Knock on the door to tease and alarm
Behold, the Halloween identities of some
Will play tricks on those who don't conform

Let them celebrate this play of fantasy
All fears lie buried in innocent gaiety
Turn on the porch lights and greet trick-or-treaters
A scary good time for the hallo-weeners

Call in Halloween

by

Prabha Trimurty

The spookiest night of the year is on its way.
On October 31 "All Hallows Eve" day
Plum full of paganism to display
A fun time for kids and grown-ups to sashay

Donning the identity of Witches and skeletons
Demons Vampires, ghouls and phantoms
Superheroes, ghosts and skeletons frolic around.
Roaming the streets, on their trick-or-treat rounds

These made-up elements of the spirit realm
Knock on the door to tease and alarm
Behold, the Halloween identities of some
Will play tricks on those who don't conform

Let them celebrate this play of fantasy
All fears lie buried in innocent gaiety
Turn on the porch lights and greet trick-or-treaters
A scary good time for the hallo-weeners