All we could be.

I have been losing my sleep lately, thinking of all we could be,
A lot more about us and a little less of me.
My eyes search for you as soon as I step out,
But will I ever find you? Is still the doubt.
No name nothing, everything unknown,
Just a strong feeling which I can just adorn.

I have been losing my sleep lately, thinking of all we could be,
A lot more of us and a little less of me.
The beautiful pair of green eyes that so beautifully shine,
And the eye contact if I imagine, sends me shiver right down my spine.
With my colours I paint you every night,
Each day waking up to its imperfections, making my day bright.

I have been losing my sleep lately, thinking of all we could be,
A lot more of us and a little less of me.
You are wild soul full of fire,
The energy I feel, I totally admire,
You are like a wind, in your direction I flow,
The calm of the dawn and the sunshine that makes me glow.

I have been losing my sleep lately, thinking of all we could be,
A lot more of us and a little less of me.
And with you along the beach I want to walk,
Holding hands in the sound of waves I want to talk,
Just like flower I want our love to bloom,
Come to reality be my boon.

…. And I have been losing my sleep lately, thinking of all we could be.



Seemed perfect!

Oh! how I crave for your lips on mine,
Our tongues so deeply intertwined.
Wild and tender all at once,
Making love to each other in abundance.
Leave the marks of your love on my skin,
Embrace me in your arms like forever it has been.

Let the softness of your hands touch my curves,
And let the shiver run through my nerves.
I’ll softly whisper something in your ear,
Pulling you much more near.
Oh! I’ll see how my words make you blush,
Completely engulfed into silence comes a slight hush.

As I play with the lobes of your ear,
Slowly from my eyes falls a tear.
Worried you ask, “what’s wrong?”
I say, “I have never felt so weak yet so strong.”
How blessed I feel as you love me with all my scar,
Honestly, I never thought we would come this far.

With the clothes you undressed my soul,
Wiping the tears, kissing my smudged kohl.
Drenched in love oh so wet!
Suddenly everything just seemed perfect.

– Prachi Mahamia

Why not pain?

I have often seen people just talk about good things and happiness, no one talks about pain, about something they are suffering from. Why is that so? That’s because we are so engrossed in ourselves, our happiness as well as sorrows, that we completely forget that someone might be suffering from the worst. We are cribbing about things that don’t even matter say for example, we show tantrums about the food our mother makes because it’s not something that we like but have we ever thought that someone might not have food? Or even worse no mother to provide food.

We never think of what others go through. We often ask everyone around us, ‘ All good? ‘ all we interested is in knowing what good is happening in their lives but even this comes with terms and conditions, we only listen to good things until it’s not better than what we have or what we are doing in our lives. Forget about others, we don’t even address and accept our pain. As much as possible we try to avoid it because we ourselves are either scared or ashamed of something we go through. As much it’s important to accept happiness, accepting pain and talking about it is also important.

If someone is suffering from depression or some sort of even minor emotional issues, we start hush hush gossips about them, unfortunately if it turns out be our family member we just shush them. We let them suffer alone, no one goes to listen what led to this thing. Sometimes all a person need is to be heard, no advice, no judgement, just being heard!

How ironic that our closed ones who promise to stay by us always and support us are the first one to shut us down if we suffer from something like this. How down casting it is that we trust someone unknown like a ‘ psychologist ‘ or a ‘ counselor ‘ , to speak up to our issues and pains but are scared of telling to our loved ones.

Before your poems.!

So before your poetries turn from ‘me’ to ‘her’,
Your heart is all I want to conquer,
And with this season of fall,
Your name is all I want to call.

Your tender lips I want to feel,
And together our problems I want to heal,
The warmth of your breath on my neck,
A sweet little stolen peck,
Thus, with the season of fall,
My name is what I want you to call.

Don’t let your poems turn from ‘me’ to ‘her’,
Because I darling I have got your heart conquered,
Let’s take a long walk together,
And speak of the feelings in this lovely weather.

So with this season of fall, falling in love with you I found it all.

And so before the season ends, lots of love to you I want to send.

So before your poetries turn from ‘me’ to ‘her’,
Your heart is all I want to conquer,
And with this season of fall,
Your name is all I want to call.

– Prachi

“Men don’t cry”

” Men don’t cry”

Men don’t cry,
I always wonder why?
Their feelings they don’t always share;
and how selfish we are that we don’t even care.
Why is it still considered a taboo?
Oh come on, they are humans too.

We teach our sons not to cry,
This leaves them emotionally dry.
What should they do when their emotions are at peak?
Because oh, crying is just considered weak.

Even if they try to talk,
Ignorant to it away we walk.
Men don’t understand emotions we always claim;
But you, me and everyone is to be blamed.

Love is what we from them we seek,
unfortunately leaving them emotionally weak.
So, I hope we will give it try,
And not judge men when they cry.

– Prachi Mahamia

“ How To Be Nice “

“ It’s nice to be important, but it’s important to be nice.”

So, the other day I came across a video from a YouTuber which was titled, ‘how to be nice ‘ and this hit me hard. It made me wonder what are we heading towards? We are so busy being everything else that we are forgetting being nice.
How difficult it is to be nice? What are we becoming? What does it take to become a genuinely nice person? The fact that ridicules me is that we are having the need to teach people to be nice. What are we doing? Something that should have been coming from within, something that should have be inculcated right from when we were young, something that should be way of life is what has to be taught.
Being nice to others is as important for yourself as it is for others. It fills you up with positivity, not only enhancing your behaviour and impression towards others, but making your overall day to be good. Being appreciative of what others do for you is the least you can do to make their day better.
We aren’t fighting any war or something, our war is with ourselves. We are all depressed and saddened with some reason or another but that shouldn’t stop us from being nice to each other and showing gratitude. Being good is a therapy for ourselves and so for others. Let’s indulge in making our lives a bit less difficult and more acknowledging one.

– Prachi Mahamia


Hello everyone, starting off my first blog with my favourite poetry. This poetry came to me when I was going through a bad phase of my life. So here’s it for a new start.

Most people don’t..”

Constant fights, stressful nights, burdened life,
Forcing people to slit their wrists with the knife.

People are broken from in,
Talking about problem isn’t a sin,
Speak up to parents, speak to friends,
Your problems will definitely have some end.

Don’t keep yourself locked inside,
Explore the beauty of things outside,
Find happiness in small little things,
Your life is a fairy tale, just open your wings.

My dear this is just a phase,
Trust yourself and solve the life’s maze,
Don’t let stupid thoughts in your mind,
To yourself just be kind.

Suicide is not the solution,
Sit, think and solve the confusion.
You are the fighter and you will fight,
Kill your demons and standup right.

By your thoughts don’t get haunt,
You have survived most people don’t.

– Prachi Mahamia