Priya Patel on LinkedIn: How beautiful a dandelion is; delicate like a new spiders web, yet… (2024)

Every now and then,we ride on the tail-end of each others words,dancing around the ideaof creating something new;giving readers a different view,or perhaps just continuing a thought too beautiful to just let go; like this oneYou and I are not mere words;we are the collaborations of a handful of poets,inspiring a handful more to writeWe are the eccentric onesthat trade sleep for poetry night after endless night We are friends between a billion skiesand together, we poem the world 🌎 ❤️ Sakshi Arora you are such a beautiful inspiration ...

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https://a.co/d/d3sQJ5BEverywhereAs I walk reflectively through this day,remembering all the sweet thingsyou would normally say,I smile with sunshine in my eyesSunshine, smiles; eyes on the prizeMoments stolen from rainbow skiesA bond, a tie, a few words spoken with careSomehow you seem to be everywhere Your smiling eyes from sunshine eyes,everywhere ...~ Priya Patel 🕉

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The life of a poetPoetry, no matter how healing,can feel so lonely sometimesAll of my emotions are storedin tiny little pockets inside of meAlone, in the thick of night, I pour out my words from picture frames of memoriesand all my tiny pockets of dried up dreams;and like warm maple syrup,they become the poetry of my life;soothing perhaps, only to me as they heal open wounds Many of these wordshave been tainted by burntmoments of truththat are aching to be read,and just when I think that no one will read my memories,a flood of understanding eyes find meWe are like that, poets I mean,we live off of each other's wordsand relate ...~ ©️ Priya Patel, Aug 29, 23 🕉 This stunning photograph was taken by new friend and International Award Winning Photographer, Marcus Lightowler

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FreedomI carried her for just a few short momentson the edge of my fingertipShe was beautifully coloredlike a childs smile,feathery lightas if plucked from cloudsThere she satswaying side to sidecarefree and on the edge of risk and abandonand I envied herThen just as she sauntered inon the wings of a breeze,she flew awayBe free butterflybe free~ Priya, 8/27 🕉

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Fall becomes meThe seasons of me have become more pronounced;especially within the last few monthsSpring and Summer just passed on by,but Fall has always become meFall is the season of change Everything from color and texture to lifehas suddenly changed in my season The once vibrantly green parts of mehave turned brown with sadnessSmall black freckles of fear and faded hopes have me dangling from the branch where I came from;shaking, shivering, almost praying for a sudden gust of wind to temporarily take me away so that I can finally Fall ...~ Priya Patel 8.27.24 🕉 Freepik from Google images

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I love this Chloe Douglas . I would love a custom painting from you. I will commission you for one someday. I love art, but especially from artists that I know and care about. With this poem, I read something beautiful. That a thousand eyes will see the beautiful sunrise as dawn awakens the sky, each set of eyes seeing something gloriously different.

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In dreams, I dream I somehow fell asleepand awoke in the deep of nightJust me and the silencebouncing off my thoughtswaiting for some type of light I would welcome almost anything to keep me company from my dreamsso I wouldn't feel so alonewhen nothing is as it seemsEven sleep for me is a dream;wanting but not getting exhausted but fretting scared of the night of losing the lightthat keeps my hope at bayI'm praying that soon,when I least expect it,my dreams will finally take me away ~ ©️ Priya Patel, Aug 24, 24 🕉Painting from Google Images

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The rock and the sea I sat there, legs crossed,fingers playing with the water,sharing a moment with the shiny black rocks and the rush of the soothing waves The rocks looked happy,excited even, face up,glistening in the sun;just waiting for the last moment to be washed away I wish I could forget like that forget moments as if they never existed;but then this moment wouldn't be here Me my silly thoughts, where will they take me, I wonder I would love to be those rocks lying in the sand, basking in the salty breeze,watching the currentdescend into the sea knowing that soon, another cleansing is to come~ ©️ Priya Patel, 08/21/22 🕉 Photograph taken expertly by my friend, Prashant Verma

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ruffled hibiscus giggling as I passthe ruffled hibiscus humsbetween mango lips I smile in wonderlistening for the soft soundsof nature's whimsy the hibiscus swaysas if dancing to my voicemango petal dreams ~ ©️ Priya Patel, Aug 21 🕉 Photo was gifted from a friend

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