Posts Tagged ‘short poems’

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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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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

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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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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