Posts Tagged ‘fiction’

altar of light beings

Half a moon, cloaked in silver blue,
around her ripples rainbow halos.

Beside her, the night blinks in stars.
The stars…always the stars:
cold glory, warm spirit.

In the sacred reflection of night’s light,
do you see you?

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

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Outside, the squirrel;
shrill jabs tear
open vast silence –
thin ribbons, smooth
here, jagged there…
a rearranged tapestry –
vivid silence, fading
cacophony.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

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bird song, london underground via the feather collective

the sweep of my hand lights
the slow fire of a blush

spreading over searing scars,
awakening pain folded in

three neat squares. i don’t
linger but it’s too late, and as

my hand trails unseen paths,
whole and unbroken, you

in your meticulous way
fold the old horrors, and

when i return, i find
three neat squares.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

twilight

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the blue-green hour:
indecipherable
bewitching
symphony of light
unfurling her gossamer wings.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016

dragonfly

“It is in the movement and in the pauses and it is in spontaneity. I am many things and have many ways and I call on Tatiana when I am lost and don’t wish to be consumed by the herd. Perhaps I will join her soon. When the dead feel more real and alive, you know where you are heading next. For tonight, I wish only to pull down the sky and wrap it around myself. I rest in this void, the canvas of inevitable awakening.”

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)

pondicherry

pondicherry

“She comes from nowhere, with no invocation. She rages. She is fury. I surrender. I commiserate with her pain. Sometimes we are both savages. Most times, I sit back and watch her dance on the bones of demons long dead. But her thirst for vengeance is unabated. At times like these, I pray. Oh yes, I pray, a lot.”

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)

auroville

auroville

“I am of many places, myths and religions,” Aaliyah tells a dwarf who didn’t ask.  

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)

faerie

“I’d rather be all the loving I need,” she says knowing the allure of not needing to be loved.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)

pondicherry

pondicherry

“I see how you move, the space you occupy and don’t, what you say and don’t,” she thinks. “I walk the back alleys of life, all your lives but I won’t tell you this. I want to draw out your stories, not lock them in.”

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)

gokarna

gokarna

“I no longer know what to call home,” he tells the butterfly who knows no home and follows the scent of sweetness. “We live in abandon knowing our past and present but with no promise of a future. I know what it is to dance with demons. She was doe-eyed and dark haired. Untamable and a little out of reach like you are. In her I saw my desire and destruction. I tried to save her, only to realize it was I who needed saving.”

© Anuradha Prasad, 2015

(Excerpt from a story written during the Tales of Arrival and Becoming course with Judyth Hill)