Prachi Rathore is a twenty-one-year-old engineering student from Bhopal (India). She’s a full-time dreamer, whose world comprising of all the minuscule realities and stupendous envisions lies in the abyss of her head. Her passion for reading encourages her to drain amok emotions in the form of poetry and stories.
Her works have been published in international journals including Taj Mahal Review and Indus Woman Writing.
She often states her thoughts at her blog Labyrinthine Dreams (yesmadreamer.blogspot.com). Painting landscapes and macro photography are her amusements.
In future, she would love to possess the knowledge of myriad books, tell stories to children and help making this world a happier abode
Impetus
Magnetized by solitude and struck by grief
Adorned by failure, I repulse from life’s reef
Dreams shattered; desires survive…
Travelling through the desert of pain, into the oasis of thoughts I dive
I ramble over the filaments of love and view the forthcoming clear
In this land, I feel not alone when a little soul smiles near
Prevails silence palpitating within word’s foam
My son sits at the edge of my bed and asks me to recite a poem
I return the packet of death and instead decide to fight
Reciting words’ loud in the baby’s ear, I pick up my pen and I write…
Nudity
I stand still
With glittering eyes
Rallying the lustrous truth of a pyre I rip all robes of the pseudo
And unfurl the purdah of my past
You can now lock your gaze
O’er this slippery waist
To read the manuscript of my slime dreams
I open the cork of my navel
So that every existing secret
Like cold effervescence escapes out to you
My bosoms accrue affection
And my heart, unrestrained like a soul, flies
Before you, in the moonlight
I pose nude on the hill
To love you with all I have, sans disguise…