PRIYA'S VISUALS

Attitude…Visuals…Dreams…

Walking through my memory there are many streets I saw , but the most colorful and vibrant street I can recollect is the Mullackal Temple Street in Alleppey during the time of the Temple festival that happens annually in December
Amid the low height buildings of the street stood the majestic temple with the traditional music coming from large speakers continuously, the smell of fresh flowers in the air , the sight of multi-colored glittery papers dangling from threads tied across poles erected on the sides of the street and temporary shops lined up on both sides selling pink colored cotton candies, yellow colored Kerala Banana chips , cartoon shaped balloons that fly up into the sky if you don’t hold tight to its thread , toys, bangles , flowers. Hot pop corns would be getting freshly popped in the machines and sugarcane juice squeezed out fresh on demand.
By evening, the street will be beautifully lit with decorative bulbs of different colors , getting On and Off rhythmically to illuminate various patterns . All the sounds there merge into a large buzz, but if you concentrate , you can hear , the flower vendors shouting names of fresh flowers, the glass bangles in the shops which women crowd to buy ,people talking as they walk past . Like a flowing river, hundreds of people walk in a single direction on either side of the road. If you carefully watch the crowd you can see children with their ever fascinated eyes looking at all the glitters and lights sitting on their parent’s shoulder, Saree clad ladies with jasmine flowers in their hair- on their way to the temple to offer prayers , friend-groups chit chatting and laughing  and uniform clad police officials on guard. The positive energy in the air with all these visuals, smells and sounds is infectious. I walked in this street – spellbound.

Humbled to share that two of my poems made its way to be featured in ” Life in Quarantine : Witnessing Global Pandemic ” – an initiative sponsored by CESTA, Stanford University,USA.

Launched in March 2020 by three doctoral students and a group of undergraduates, LiQ is an online community platform that addresses the transformations we’re experiencing in the age of COVID-19.Β 

You can read my poems here.

Stay positive!
Priya Pramod

Down the deep dungeon,
The corridors dark.
Screams of the prisoners,
Echoed on the cold stones.

Bleeding and in pain,
Some were half-dead .
How many came and went,
No one counted.

The castle was majestic,
All glorious and lit.
Prisoners were tokens –
Of victory and valor.
Questions rang,
In those helpless souls –
How are we enemies?
What is our sin?

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Stay Blessed πŸ™‚
— Priya Pramod

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Like a leaf on water ,
You float.
Something is holding you,
from sinking into abyss.
It’s your Hope.
It can do that.
It negates the forces,
that drowns you.
You feel weightless;
Off all the burdens.
Hold on to it,
like roots to the soil.
Nothing will stop you.
Nothing!

Stay Happy πŸ™‚
-Priya Pramod

Note: Let me know your thoughts πŸ™‚

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