By Elizabeth Gracen:
The Flapper Press Poetry Café Emerging Poets Series features the work of poets from around the world, celebrating creative expression through poetry. This week we share the work of Pavithra.
Pavithra is currently doing her post-graduate degree in India. She is an avid reader who loves poetry and the arts. During her free time, writing is her favorite hobby. You can read more of her work and follow her adventures on her personal blog here.
EG: How did you come to poetry? Why do you write?
P: My English teacher inspired me to write poetry and made me believe that I can be a poet too. I started to pen down my thoughts and finally learned the mastery of turning it into a simple poem.
EG: What do you hope people will feel or understand about your poetry?
P: My poems are not that complicated to read, and it's often quite relatable. I want my readers to look at my poems and say, "That's how I feel too!" Reaching out and relating to someone's feelings is the most comforting thing to do, and that is what I would like to deliver to my readers.
Nature is always young, wild ,and beautiful. It's quite admirable to see the strength of those little flowers, leaves, fragile petals holding on or even falling gracefully, despite all the harsh conditions. Life is not always rainbows and unicorns. It can be hard sometimes; but don't forget to carry yourself elegantly. No season, climate, or disaster stays forever, and neither do your problems.
Heavy wind blew
trembling the soft dainty petals
while dancing to its tune
stood a cherry blossom
young and free
Apathetic means having or showing little or no emotion; not interested. I think being apathetic is sometimes good so that we don't really judge, gossip, or criticize others. We all should learn to accept and embrace both the bright and dark side of a person because they are what makes them who they are.
My Apathetic Self
Monsters with friendly faces
angels with scars
tell me, who am I to figure you
when we see each other as bizarre.
leave him, he is a monster
don’t talk, she is bad
tell me, who am I to judge you
behind the mask, we all are just sad
vengeance behind those pretty faces
laughed and lied behind my back
tell me, who am I to forgive you
in this colorful world, all I see is white and black
tell me one plus two is eight
I’ll laugh and say you’re right
cause I know changing you is like
asking the sun to come at night.
Dream destination is not always about a particular place or country. It is those little things, views, memories, people, or even food which makes that place beautiful and special.
or the land of oz
plot from flight of fancy
where expectations often
blooms in fantasy
I dream of a small cabin
in the lost woods
with a furry little friend
beside the loved one of mine
garden in backyard with rich vegetables
Smiling flowers and meadows to pass by
distant from sophisticated and rich
desire to have a tranquil life
breezy winds at dawn
aurora sky to gaze at night
far away from cosmopolitan
to sing my heart with the sky
I’ll live beside the plains and mountains
dream destination they ask
how can I explain to them
it is more than just a place!?
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