Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’

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the golden temple, namdroling monastery, byleguppe © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

“The eagle perched above her empty nest
can go now. Because settling in and listening
to what remains of her fading sorrow
is becoming less important
than surfacing elsewhere,
breathing in new air
of a nurturing current
as she regally soars.”

  – Susan Frybort via My VividLife

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the sun does set over empires, hampi © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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A dark bird
pecks at night’s quiet
in a dream.

VII

Climbing sun
anchors the sky
blazing blue.

VIII

Dark skies
melting notes of light
slowing spirit.

IX

A gliding scar interrupts
the might of the sky
blue becomes bluer.

X

Unconquerable
the sun at high noon
till earth turns.

© Anuradha Prasad, 2017

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image: cubbon park © Anuradha Prasad, 2017

I

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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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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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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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