Humming softly, I spin on my toe
the music numbs me.
It numbs me, unlike the fragrant snow,
which chills me, not letting me go.
Not letting me go, not letting me slip
into a dark abyss
bringing a slight tremble to my lip,
masking the sharp dismal hiss.
The hiss; piercing my ears
tearing me apart, your voice.
Surmounting all my fears
I make the reckless choice.
The choice, to dance.
To dance, amidst the heartless frost
Until awakened from my trance,
and until each memory be lost.
Niharika Prasad
Your memories drown me in tidal waves
Unpredictable, powerful, unrestricted
They cruelly, slowly engrave
My heart; its beats unheard.
Mostly, little insignificant moments,
A playful smile, a teasing voice
A voice which now torments
And yet I am left with no choice.
No choice but to embalm them in words,
Because isn't that what poets do
To freeze every emotion which stirs
Every dream they fear wouldn't come true.
Too cynical to believe something could be so perfect
Between sweet nothings,
To hide their dreams, before reality could detect,
And spoil flawless things.
Niharika Prasad
I miss the waves, gurgling beneath my feet
the cool splash, the gentle breeze
To watch the sunset, or listen to the beat,
of wild tides, never at ease
I miss the wind, playing with my curls
fluttering noisily in my ears
To look for dews, studding the sand like pearls,
marveling at the one who laid the rainbow piers
I miss the prick of broken shells beneath my toes
the joy of carving through the soggy sand
To watch the birds in pliant rows,
the dusky sky, the sun rays tanned
I miss the solitude of the beach
the water rising up to my waist
To wander into the sea as far as I can reach,
when the sky ripens without a haste.
