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three bears (yes, those black smudges) and a peacock (perched on a rock, extreme right)               © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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palm oil and jaggery smeared on rocks explain the bear hugs © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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sunset anu

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

“You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your life.” Walt Whitman

Sculptors at Work-Anu

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017                                                                                                                               

 “I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey work of the stars…” – Walt Whitman

 

six minutes

Posted: February 4, 2017 in Uncategorized, writings
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Tall men, short men, men with grey hair, men with no hair, men with a headful of hair, men wearing glasses, men with bare eyes, men.

A boy with thick glasses presses the folds of a paper; his hair is touched with grey.

A girl with bangs. Hippie flower child. Tall. Lean. Blissed out.

Mouth set in a slight scowl. Doesn’t smile often. His eyes scan the paper.

Men with bags, men clean shaved, men holding paper, men with cellphones, men with earphones, men.

A woman laughs.

She shakes as she laughs, a red stole carelessly thrown over her shoulder.

Men wearing sports shoes, men with unkept feet, men staring blankly, men on the phone, men forming soundless words, men.

A voice: Tell me your number.

He looks up, eyes dazed and unfocused, a slight squint, glasses of little help.

The train slows down, falling to a stop with a long wheeze. The speckled blue floor is muffled by rushing feet.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

yellow

Posted: February 1, 2017 in beanstalk, Uncategorized
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lamp at the bangalore palace © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

reflect

Posted: January 28, 2017 in Uncategorized, writings
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Skin, a ripped shield,
groggy blood, entrails
blink weary eyes
tint of mild surprise
still warm, still beating
living ink begins
tentative explorations
faltering fluent
curled elongated
tied untied…

our bloodied history
(never to)
RIP

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

now

Posted: January 25, 2017 in Uncategorized, writings
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a confluence of time-streams:
the past transforms
in this moment
a future is born.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017