NaPoWriMo 21 : Paper Dolls


Paper Dolls

They never knew a world
not shaped like a man

Born into an armful of sighs,
they grew up as responsibilities
living like mushrooms
lest they be ‘ruined’ before they could flower

Then deflowered by aged stamens
 their remains were turned over
to motherhood

Sunken desert succulents,
they withered and flowered
with seasonal sprays
fattening meanwhile the next
‘of the same kind’ blooms
and one day their dry stems
were consignated to woody flames

A paper doll twin in a glass case
decorated with red garlands
was stuck on  a wall with a light bulb’s
zero-watt glow under it,

infinitely better off
©Reena Prasad

NaPoWriMo 19 : Rara avis


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African Paradise flycatcher@Wadi Darbat , Salalah, Oman                        Pic ©Reenaprasad

Rara avis

 

I see no stones in my path to you
even though stone courtyards abandoned
by a forgotten race
these seem to be

All I see
is a rara avis take flight
from between the pages of a book
An avian lover’s delight
He soars, dips and
alights

on the branch
before me
©Reena Prasad

NaPoWriMo 18 : Joie de vivre


pic credits : Reenaprasad, Al Baleed , Salalah

The last poem

And when the earth gave a mighty heave
and rested its last unbroken piece
on a jagged cliff, a sift occurred

Poets being more surefooted than the rest
were left on the narrowest of ledges
“Bring your best poem, only one. The best”
came the cry,
“See that red world floating on the ocean
that is where the best will survive!”

And I threw myself into the blue sea
for a poem you had made me
and within me were a thousand poems
of yours, each one the best
written with your breath
and there wasn’t between them
any comparison or enmity

What joie de vivre was in that fall!
The splash drenched this world
where I lay dreaming
©Reena Prasad