me

I walk that extra mile To arrive To reach out to myself Deep within that Effort to strive.

mere words

If there were words Meant to express What i feel the need to say If there were words That could speak my mind If there were words That could cry my heart out If there were words Not uttered ever I could fill my bosom with Words that spelt Presence in absence With each...

my moon bow

A moon beam rides across my window To fall straight ahead on the curve of the road Night sings a lullaby and my feet skirt through thin air The name written on my lips echoes through these plains A story emerges out of my heart to claim fingers once again This quiet...

let me lie

I lie down with my arms around me I claim my body to be mine alone all the time listening to it's every cell ordering me to keep shut to listen to a wail that sheds tears on my neat pillow I slap my heart for violating me caress my mind to bring it in line I switch to...

morning hues

when the Sun shines through the morning clouds I swipe my forehead off all the nightmares of the night with my hands folded I stretch my core open in prayer seek alms from the hours of sluggish turmoil my bed  made of fur enables me to keep awake through those...

shameless

slogans of these triumphant lost battles cry out aloud at my threshold I sit typing my tears and the peacocks strutter in the garden filled bloomed with  fantasies rolls and rolls of freshly starched fabric dance at their fingers they chose the colors and the texture...

gone are the days

they measure years in the grey of hair tyres at the waisteline dark circles under eyes cut of the torusers bulge at the bosom in blouse   they measure passion in the colours brushed on cheeks blued eyelashes pencil kohled eyes lined and filled lips   together they run...

Roots

While my wings flap Clipped they hang around My roots grope For more ground Around my feet I listen to the songs of future Filtering through the crevices My fingers have forgotten to write They hammer on the keyboard Frozen words trapped Within liquid emotions.

Dreams

I herald the change in me weather keeps pace writing on leaves sprinkled till the far end of my horizon   I write another fragrant sentence scent of these words fills my bosom   I fit my feet into shoes made from dried petals I walk on clouds be it ninth or seventh it...

alone

Do I want to walk alone Or is it just another facade Of my subconscious mind Like the sobs l hear While l refuse to bow down The smiles smeared with wit While I stay hungry for the word Can l call you out any time Being aware of my indulgence That the road is not that...

Half Moon

Half Moon by Pritpal Kaur

The journey of Mehar, the saga of her suffering, culminating into her evolution towards the end is the essence of the novel, Half Moon.

Photos from Half Moon Book Launch