Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

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A desert tale…

She  bloomed like any flower would,

Gentle at first and sensual after.

Innocent and heady, her fragrance spread

Through the desert sands like her sparkling laughter.


She dreamed of a life where the grass was green,

Where the blazing sun didn’t scorch her eyes.

She wished for a glimpse of what she hoped,

Would be that vision, of her very own paradise.


Months rolled to years and then some more,

Many a visitor sought a place in her heart.

She smiled and tarried a while now and then

Relishing the moments but then drifted apart.


Far away in the distant sands,

A cherished vision once caught her lonely eyes,

As if the gods had finally heard,

And granted her a glimpse of that paradise.


A rider on a stallion black,

Resplendent in the afternoon sun,

Teased her senses from afar,

Causing her heart and soul to break into a run.


Her flowing robes and auburn tresses,

…wrestled with the winds as she ran,

While her kohl laden eyes seemed to search,

For that handsome visage that would belong to her man


As the sands turned to copper with the setting sun,

She called out to him with all her might,

But her voice, like her breath,

Was drowned in the silence of that desert night.


Her kohl laden eyes closed forever,

With one last glimpse of her divine love,

Unaware her vision was just a mirage

She found her final solace under the stars above.


Her tale of love, just like her laughter,

Spread through the land like some cosmic prose.

And as soul mates found their bliss under those very stars,

They sometimes spared a thought for a lonely desert rose.








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The Sentinel

It towered over me in all its glory,

A monolith that seemed to guard the skies.

Humbled by this edifice I stood in awe,

Of a Sentinel, whose silence could drown a million cries.

Quiet and strong it let the winds of change,

Cut crevices deep and myriad cracks, on its wall.

Nature in all her fury, tested her might, and yet,

The Sentinel seemed to withstand every fall.

With reverence that came from the gods,

Could vanity be too far behind?

The Sentinel knew it wielded power

To invoke fear both far and wide.

A child’s play, one day, with  a few stones and dirt,

Amused the Sentinel till it could laugh no more.

Said, it to the little pyramid of rocks,

Are you here to settle some old puny score?

The minuscule stone edifice just stood its ground,

And quietly answered the monolith tower,

How can we even stand your glance,

When your eyes have been blinded by divine power?

That night there rose a a tempest wild,

When bolts of lightning played with the cruelest thunder

When every crevice on the mighty Sentinel,

Knew its time had finally come to fall asunder.

As the blue skies returned the next morn

They saw the Sentinel; now a broken tower,

A few yards away, a gleaming hillock of rocks

Seemed like the desert’s quiet edifice of power.

As I walked way from the towering glory

Of a monolith that once guarded the skies,

The little stone hillock by my foot,

Nudged me to live each day,  with slightly, less blinded eyes.

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Loss of Innocence

The first Gulf War hit Kuwait on August 2nd 1990. A lot of people lost a lot of precious things. My then thirteen year old brother lost the innocence of his childhood. This poem is dedicated to him and to others like him with stories that didn’t make the news headlines but remained etched in their souls for the rest of their lives.

Loss of Innocence…

I remember the blue skies and I recall the sand,

The spray of the ocean and the heat of the land,

I remember a time when there was the deserts were free

When my friends and I would ride our bikes as far as the eyes could see.

Tanks and bazookas were in TV shows for fun,

Guns and war games were for routine playtime under the sun,

The evening prayer call was when mom lit the incense,

To not chomp down our meals during the Holy Month, just made common sense.

It all changed after that one fateful day,

I was told I couldn’t go back to the grounds where I had learnt to play,

The home we grew up in, was no longer our own,

Every memory of my childhood seemed lost and forlorn.

Not sure when, but I know a part of me went still,

Was there a moment in time when I realized, this void would never fill?

Reality struck me like a bolt from the blue,

As all the colors of my childhood, got lost in a strange desert hue


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My desert rose…

I gently crushed a red rose in my palm,
To the distant dunes, I let the petals fly,

Desert wind, I said, Carry this fragrance far and wide
Just leave the bloody thorns for me.

To which I heard a reply deep within,
As if the scorching wind now gently mocked me,

Petals and thorns are both yours to keep, it said,
Love and pain will both remain within thee,
To want one sans the other is to ask for a night without a star
Know that even a wilted desert rose, spreads its fragrance from afar.