Posts Tagged ‘night poems’

anu hampi sunset

hampi © Anuradha Prasad 2018

Under my night skin, what lies awake?

If I were to shed it like the snake that
lets go so easily its skin,
the peacocks that drop their feathers,
the butterfly that loses its very self

What would be left?

A blank slate.

Must I start again, then?

Must I gather more nights,
allow stars, cosmic dust, the moon
to seep into my skin, my bones,
my heart, my soul. Once again,
to sing a new song of the same night?

Or should I gather days of scorching sun,
cerulean skies, fluffy clouds dissipating,
to create a new song, so unfamiliar in its
shades, its colors, its shapes, its voice,
so warm, so very day?

But me.

I am the night.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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Ephemeral hieroglyphs,
infinite destinies,
them,
stars.

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The long shadows
of my mind’s night
my true

north.

I brew the
alchemy of wisdom
healed by my

heart.

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The fever of sleep
in my skin

tugs me in gently.
Falling in,

the dark sea dances
me a fata morgana

of wrath and peace
of peace and wrath.

I have strayed
away and into

the duality of being;
all is dark, all is dance.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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The bonfire –
a witch’s hat of
twigs, branches –
crackles eating spitting
exhaling
smoke-choked
once upon a times.

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The eye of the sun
looks over
the ash-grey threshold.

In the wake
of surging orange,
a spreading sky stain
of cerulean,

a birthing of new
ever afters.

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Night flashed its silver searchlight
on the beasts of memory
arriving in fragments
disconnected, static
moving in pictures
frame by frame
dead but for
the energy.

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The night you saw
me
by the moon-silvered
stream,

was I the
dream,
or were you
moving
through me,

deep
under my
closed
eyelids making
night.

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A firefly sailed
out of the black
heart of a green tree,
a spark adrift.

Night made beautiful.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017