Mystic Me

Being Alone with yourself

An opportunity to explore

There is an ocean within

Full of surprises

Let’s connect to self

Away from the chaotic world outside

The ego, the pride, the success, the competition

All down in the dust

An invisible droplet’s power

Brought the world to standstll

We the so called powerful

Powerless at the hands of unknown

Copyright (c) 2020 Namrata D Prabhakar

Random- The beauty of Simplicity

The wrinkled wisdom

Toothless Smile

What I seek from life?

She said Nothing

I am Eternal love

What I desire

Nothing she said

The woods I carry

Are not burdens of weight

My loved ones Trust in me

To feed and keep them safe

Note : pictures courtesy Artist Suman Gupta, clicked while one of his trips in quest of Perfect nature.

Place : Ramnagar in Jammu & Kashmir India



Copyright (c) 2020 Namrata D Prabhakar

Saturday Submissions: ‘The Arkansas International’

Interesting Arabic site

& Arablit

The Arkansas International is looking for works in translation:

They write:

We welcome prose submissions of up to 8,000 words, poem packets of up to five poems, and ask that excerpts from longer works be self-contained. Simultaneous submissions are welcome, provided we are notified in the event that a piece is accepted elsewhere. Please do not submit more than a single story, essay, or poem packet until you have heard back from us about your previous submission.

If you are submitting multiple pieces, please put them together in one submission. Since the number we can receive every month is capped, subsequent submissions will have to be returned unread.

Submissions of translated works must include a copy of the original text. If there are extenuating circumstances that prevent you from including a copy of the original text at the time of your submission, please note that in the cover letter.

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Dedicated to my mother on her Birthday

The video I did today because she was like ocean……

Watching the vastness

Waves playing with the shore

Running to and fro

Orchestrating the music

Here I am standing on the sidelines

Remembering her fragrance

Searching for her spirit somewhere

What was she an ocean of love ?

Or the free flowing wind ?

May be both

The spring in her walk

Relentless will to survive

She lived every moment

With enthusiasm of a child

Watching ebb and flow

I long to hide myself in her arms

Merge into her embrace

Hidden from preying eyes

In her life she was never a coward

The why she left without a goodbye?

These Whys would haunt me until the end

Yes I miss her all the time

Then again find her in the realms of my being

What really am I ?

Truth is ……

Her essence left behind

Today’s sun majestic in setting so was she, Sun would come back tomorrow but she left once for all

Copyright (c) 2019 Namrata D Prabhakar