Love by Death


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What if, you actually turn around and tell me, no, you can’t bear me anymore?
What if, you read my poems again and tell me, it is all as flawed as I am?
What if, you pick my postcards and want to throw their tatters back in my face?
What if, you see me and tell me, neither are my words beautiful nor I am?
What if..
And as I type.. I slowly feel.. like I might just live through it all,
only if living will be like a breathless existence,
a death brought on an walking body whose system shall work,
the mind half numb but the heart whole paralyzed.
Will I be then worth than any life?
So i want to die tonight itself, to become the epitaph of silence,
in the beautiful belief of the relief that you still love me,
perhaps in the last grasp of that hour when I spoke to you, I thought so, that you did.
No death shall appear more beautifully peaceful than this.

~ Purvi Petal, 11 July©2015


Sometimes you are so scared, all you want to do is go hide in a graveyard for the next score of years. :(
In short, you’re so scared, you can barely breathe, you’d rather die only. :/

A Scribble & A Postcard : Living Without Titles


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What difference does it make,
If I spoke to you tonight
How does it matter
If you are at all there?
Yet how heavily it weighs
And strongly does it scatter
My thoughts like seeds in a wind.
I try to ignore all that I keep sensing
The voices in my head their own
I am not a fool
To not know of your afflictions
Gather your storms now
And put them in my bosom
Take my name and let it find
Within you, no oblivion.

~ Poems, picture & handwriting ~
Purvi Petal 26 May©2015



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Sometimes the convincing Lies told by people to others are lies told to themselves, they are their own traps without realization that they are the ones going to muddle wisdom with the makebelieve of the sheer blunder of their choice and its insistance and persistance ; hence ironically suffering their own foolishness gladly.
When people force acquire things or even other people by money & snatch achieve by power (which is a multi-faceted word) for fulfillment of their whimsical desires but what is not just and right, these things always make them pay in the end, this way or that.
~ Purvi Petal, 10June©2015

All words including wordmeme on pic owned by Purvi Petal.
Pic courtesy : fb page ‘Color Me Impressed’.

Water~Fire Relationship : A Critical Appreciation of Symbolism Between The Two


Just think this analogy needs a re-read by my wonderful blog followers <3

Originally posted on Purvi's Purple Petals:

A penning, a poem by a friend recently, triggered off a volley of thoughts in my mind about the paradoxical relation and mystical symbolism between water and fire. I decided to explore it like a poet again, and not like another critical language analyst. This is the poem :

~~~~~~~~watery fires~~~~~~~~

By : Siddharth Kaul

waters waters, waters in my life,
the life’s boat takes an extra stride
as the clock ticks another stroke,
Glides, sometimes rocks my boat…

waters waters waters standing still,
of peace, contentment the perfect still…
waters of joy so many within to sprinkle…
a few on the eyes salty that twinkle….

waters waters, fiery pains which quell
currents whose,take away from hell…
waters waters, those why me betray??
waters, O waters! tell me I pray ..

why the darkness engulfs me underneath the light….
why do the waters themselves burn tonight ???
waters waters, that spread joys to places vast
today carry…

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Postcard 2 : Lets make Love, Coffee and Magic


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Have you ever held a drink in hand and thought about me? I have.
To me, these days, in these sultry times, you are the delectable cold coffee. Sipping on thoughts of you, with breeze in mind, I scribble poesy on paper napkins, coloring them with the idea of us together.

And then, the words on my scrabble board knot and twist and cross and anagram and scramble and unscramble to form only one word in all its synonymous meanings : You.

Write to me sometime, who do you sip in silence, with a smile in your eyes, and poetry on your lips..
~ Purvi Petal, 23May©2015

P.S. WordMemes prepared and owned by Purvi Petal.


Postcard 1 : You Are Missed Sorely


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I miss you a lot. I miss your depth, the serenity, the coolness of your being. I miss the flowers we grew and the sun that shone above us. I miss the noontime window and poems that flew from them. I miss the fragrance of night jasmine that wafted along with the moon through our souls together. I miss the laughter that gurgled in the streams of our throats.
I miss the trinket boxes filled with the jingles of my Jewellery, I entrusted you with. I miss the faucets of ideas that gushed with the running waters. I miss every single tiny dream I saw sitting there, ensconced in your cozy arms while clouds came and burst overhead.

I want to be back. I want to be back home. I miss you, Home.

Take Care, much love,
~ Purvi Petal, 1June©2015


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