Posts Tagged ‘short poems’

pondi afb_anu

alliance francaise de pondicherry © Anuradha Prasad 2018

She knows little of him but
the ancient blue of his being.

A pulsing sea around him
she didn’t turn to look to know.

It was not love she fell into
Perhaps, the intrigue of it.

He now has a girlfriend.
(Does she know too?)
Where he lives, the ocean
waves are embroidered in
the living blue of light.

Of that love – no, intrigue –
she is left only with the azure
blue prose of her mind.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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Childhood is a place
that exists in the folds
of the dank underbelly
of memory, my child-
hood in any case.

The descent is reluctant.
Clouds hang over the fierce
sun obstructing its gold,
diluting it into a watered
down and hazy sepia.

The ascent is treacherous,
a slippery slope, path to
escape, away from the moldy
and damp memory of what
needs to be escaped,
what needs to be let go of,
what needs to be…
its clutch is heavy and cold.

Blink, blink.

I arrive at life bordering
summer and monsoon.
Clouds drift and dissipate
in breezy rain, a rumble
in their belly. The heart is
an unseen autumn leaf,
five-fingered and rusty red
with a broad stroke of ocher
and a wink of gold in its vein.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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Bone thin, the madame,
purple-draped, spared the sweat
of summer, her stride and jasmine,
fresh. A ladder of vermilion climbed
her forehead – a morse code of
dot. dot. dash. drop.
holding her up, the madame
but a marionette.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

bayofbengal_anu

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Coal blocks hunkering
together thundering
soot black, molten orange
a dandelion dance
a long sigh of gray ash.

Breathe me as i breathe
you in entangled dreams
a quick wispy mermaid’s
tail flitting through abyss,
curious, seeking, luring
hunter, i am siren.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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green metal, sun warmed
paint chipping, stripping an old brown

legs around the pole
frock gathered up, ass barely covered

shimmying up to the rub of steel
a shot of tingle through the spine

bar horizontal, anatomy vertical
swinging, flying higher

a second in space, an astral frame
hardened callouses peel, palms on burn

slipping, steadying, swinging again

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

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My descriptors a parenthesis
of synonyms, a hill range
of weird and odd to strange,
a graph of outrage.

What if I were to tell you
there’s nothing strange?

I am just a girl
looking for love dashing
to the singsong shores
of strangeness, hoping
the next crash will bring
with it love, a sediment
at least cutting its ridges
on skin keeping me
lit and dancing.

A tango perhaps
for the flamenco that I am
is so strong, so woman.

Partner me, love.
Dance me. Kiss me. Fuck me.
Slashed strawberries
did you know
spill scarlet?

Reacquaint me
with the breath of us.

slow rising falling falling

Falling into us.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

blore palace_anu

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My land is barren, a reverberation of dunes.
Endless, expansive. Mirages my false hope.
The sea has receded. Its dance silenced.
It will return. Now, there is only the desert
without interruption. Thirst consumes me.
Patience, there are forests to come.

By the edge of the dune, on the horizon,
Amazonians tower. Birds of paradise cut
through its lush green canopy. A feather
sprinkled with the neon of green, the blush
of pink, drifts kisses my sand-dusted feet.

The horizon holds the promise of sea,
the dolphins, my eternal companions,
distant now, I hear their whoops of joy.
The last of them turns, his long snout opens
in a grin. His eyes hold the promise of a
million stars. Wait! He too disappears.

The sun relents, the moon surfaces.
A cold dry breeze rustles up a soft
howl of sand. No horizon, no promise.
Only the slivered stretch of a silver night.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

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a teardrop of yellow,
shivering heart of blue
tiptoe upon a crumbling
black tip stretching out,
a serpentine coil of wick
languid in an amber pool
drowning drinking
holding in the length
of its breath
the nearness of death.

a sharp relief
the iron of blood
the burn of metal.

a last aria,
of fiber and fire.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

 

coorg

coorg © Anuradha Prasad 2018

coal-black path
fringed with poinsettias
red vivid
through the dark
caution, might they have said?

carmine hibiscus burst
open, flamboyant
in spirit, chrome-edged
thunbergia filled
in crimson, cascading.

bubbled sun blaze
dewdrop ensnared in woven
geometry, dissipating
an ode, rising
glory of light.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018

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a twitter stream of birds
perched on a gulmohar
characterless.

© Anuradha Prasad 2018