My Echo, My Shadow and Me

Where do the longing lie

My throbbing head or squashing heart?

My echo resonates what is rooted deep inside

Whispering in my ears what I don’t want to hear
Putting its tongue right inside my ear

Eternal buzz robbing me of all peace

No escape…not really

My shadow torments me

Pursuing me relentlessly
Pushing me towards myself
Forcing me to hug and love myself
Flooding me with forbidden desires

In this perpetual struggle
We three live together
My Echo, My Shadow and Me

Phoenix

I was looking for a recipe for brownies when I came across these lines that I had written some 10 years ago. As I read them, I laughed and then I cried; laughed because I was reminded what it is like to be 25 again and cried because I could feel the pain and confusion all over again that I would have felt when I wrote these lines.

This poem is part of- Angels Vs Demons- An anthology by Destiny to Write Publications. Free copy of the ebook can be downloaded by visiting the below link

http://poetrybybarrymowles.files.wordpress.com/2012/03/angels-vsdemons-ebook-final1.pdf

Segmented lives
story line of a new movie
badly edited
one thing does not lead to another
only to confusion...
...and fear
broken images stare back
from the fragmented mirror
as I gasp for air
living a hundred lives
dwarfed...
I had my own sky
for a moment
price is rest of my life
but I lived
I was alive if only for a moment
the putrid smell of sadness and wisdom
emanates from what was alive once.





Laughter, bloating numbness,
and pain, rising alternatively.
blow was heavy and swift,
still stinging into my skin
making the sting of successive
blows insignificant
I am no longer myself
what I am afraid of is that
someday I will rise again
and be myself again

I Am Waiting

This poem is part of- Puppet on a String, an anthology by Destiny to Write Publications. Free copy of ebook can be downloaded by visiting the below link:

  http://poetrybybarrymowles.files.wordpress.com/2012/02/puppet-on-a-string-new1.pdf

Listening to the silence
In the quiet of the night

I am waiting
For you to wake up
You continue sleep walking

How could it be
That you saw my ties
but missed the pearls
Scattered around me
I know you will gather them once you wake up

Sitting in the dead of night
I embroider these pearls
into the design of my tapestry
while I wait for you to wake up

At times waiting hurts more
Than the needle that pricks my finger
And draws out the blood
More pearls than rubies surround me
As I wait for you to wake up

The Other Side

This poem has been published in prestigious The Open Road Review. click on the link below to check out
 http://openroadreview.in/the-other-side-by-nalini-priyadarshni/

I follow him
stepping on his footprints
he is
out there
somewhere
beyond the mist
I call out
not sure
whether its an echo
that comes back to me
or is it that he called my name.