Posts Tagged ‘fiction’

bengaluru fantastic

My short story ‘Sheela Makes Her Bed‘ is up on Muse India’s Jan-Feb 2018 issue. Grateful to the editor Smita for publishing it. I wrote it while doing a course on social issues and identities. Do give it a read 🙂

 

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so the goal was to buy books under inr 200 and by authors i haven’t read with a little room to cheat. the result was this. © Anuradha Prasad 2018

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)