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walking a trail through a coffee plantation at the break of dawn © Anuradha Prasad 2018

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My descriptors a parenthesis
of synonyms, a hill range
of weird and odd to strange,
a graph of outrage.

What if I were to tell you
there’s nothing strange?

I am just a girl
looking for love dashing
to the singsong shores
of strangeness, hoping
the next crash will bring
with it love, a sediment
at least cutting its ridges
on skin keeping me
lit and dancing.

A tango perhaps
for the flamenco that I am
is so strong, so woman.

Partner me, love.
Dance me. Kiss me. Fuck me.
Slashed strawberries
did you know
spill scarlet?

Reacquaint me
with the breath of us.

slow rising falling falling

Falling into us.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

My land is barren, a reverberation of dunes.
Endless, expansive. Mirages my false hope.
The sea has receded. Its dance silenced.
It will return. Now, there is only the desert
without interruption. Thirst consumes me.
Patience, there are forests to come.

By the edge of the dune, on the horizon,
Amazonians tower. Birds of paradise cut
through its lush green canopy. A feather
sprinkled with the neon of green, the blush
of pink, drifts kisses my sand-dusted feet.

The horizon holds the promise of sea,
the dolphins, my eternal companions,
distant now, I hear their whoops of joy.
The last of them turns, his long snout opens
in a grin. His eyes hold the promise of a
million stars. Wait! He too disappears.

The sun relents, the moon surfaces.
A cold dry breeze rustles up a soft
howl of sand. No horizon, no promise.
Only the slivered stretch of a silver night.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

nothing quite like a holiday in pondichéry – good company, the sea, writing, flaneusing, photography, art, food, books, and conversations.

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

the sea, my muse, glitters and roars.

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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

dinner in the open courtyards at villa shanti and coromandel café. coffee and barth at the bohemian café des arts. breakfast at bakers street – ms subbalaxmi singing the suprabatham; baguettes, croissants, and easter treats; paintings of the geisha. it can’t get more pondichéry than this.

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the town is very photogenic. the architecture, the exuberant spilling of bougainvillea, the harmony, details – quaint and quirky.

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a quiet moment in the church. at the altar palm strips, fanned out, rose from the orb of a vase. it was palm sunday.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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Posted: March 23, 2018 in mixed bag, Uncategorized
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© Anuradha Prasad 2018

a teardrop of yellow,
shivering heart of blue
tiptoe upon a crumbling
black tip stretching out,
a serpentine coil of wick
languid in an amber pool
drowning drinking
holding in the length
of its breath
the nearness of death.

a sharp relief
the iron of blood
the burn of metal.

a last aria,
of fiber and fire.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

mood

Posted: March 10, 2018 in mixed bag, Uncategorized
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coorg

coorg © Anuradha Prasad 2018

coal-black path
fringed with poinsettias
red vivid
through the dark
caution, might they have said?

carmine hibiscus burst
open, flamboyant
in spirit, chrome-edged
thunbergia filled
in crimson, cascading.

bubbled sun blaze
dewdrop ensnared in woven
geometry, dissipating
an ode, rising
glory of light.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018