Posts Tagged ‘poems’

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image: cubbon park © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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Green tea
brewing twilight
in a teapot.

II

Count of bars
in the cage of time
tick tock tick.

III

Among leaves
a wasp’s nest lies
shattered.

IV

Shallow pond
two frogs floating
one alive.

V

Sun rises
dusty light nudges
sleep awake.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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sun, rain and bows in hampi © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

My island of monsoon –

sun shines through
sheets of rain
the whistle
of the wind
clear.

rainbows are,
disappear and
are again.

a playground in
sky’s wilderness.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

A scribble from a poetry exercise at Rochelle D’Silva’s performance poetry workshop.

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a poem with wings
struck
by your stone cold
gaze

i flit

away

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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Ephemeral hieroglyphs,
infinite destinies,
them,
stars.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

 

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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.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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I

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

II

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.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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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.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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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.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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There was never any more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now,
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

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for morning’s light
asks me to trust,
not forget,
my love.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2016