Of morning gulls and worms


Step aside please,
The white gull has caught a worm
you can read this face sideways too
the eager eyes are not transfixed
onto your unshaven chin
rather the batting eyelashes are battling myopic
bus numbers on the map behind you
that proud curve of the red lips fascinating you-
a mere hand -me -down relic
from a long dead grandmother
passed on after years of vigorous use.
But can’t wait and explain things further
I need to see if my gull is still there
then I must catch a bus too
do read the ‘not available’ blurb on the cover
please
close your mouth too.
© Reena Prasad 9th Jan 2013

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Two for joy


Been mulling over inane love stories- real and bollywood and this is what results 🙂

 
Two for joy

Two tigers lie
outside a log cabin
licking paws, scratching themselves
amiable in the sunlight
till they spot her at the window
tips of their tails twitch and jerk
the thought runs around
who gets the prey?
the one who loves her
or the one she loves
her fate the same either way.
©Reena Prasad 10th Jan 2013

Order cannot laugh



They sat in neat lines

heads turned towards the left

sitting as they were put

All

except

one

that wriggled its bottom

twiddled its thumbs 

rocked on its bum

and created a disarray

forcing the tidy ones

to rearrange themselves

around the mess

in a bid to hide

the chaos

and the sore thumb

laughed secretly

then out loud

and was still laughing

when they threw it out

and formed a new order.

© Reena Prasad 18th Nov 2012

Catching flies


I do catch them
just like my mother did
I did not know why she didn’t just swat them
with the blue plastic swatter
when I was small.
Now I do not have a swatter
And my little girl tells our friends proudly
“No one can catch a house fly
better than Mummy”.
As I freeze in my tracks
my hand cupped, to catch a stray one,
in the moments it takes to settle on the gas knob,
I write another poem
or analyze why I do not want
a fly’s blood on my kitchen floor
and a smashed carcass
on a rolled newspaper,
why I respect its freedom
to live and fly about,
why I grab it from my space
and hurl it out
of the window
into another’s space.

©Reena Prasad 31st oct 2012

10:10 am November


10:10 in the morning

of another November

October hangs upon the wall

Waiting to be turned

but too inanimate to do it itself

 

No one told the sparrows

They are probably still a month back

trying to stretch out their lives

 

The potted plant too doesn’t know

Nothing in the way it leans upon

the centre support

or the way its tendrils droop

indicates that it cares

 

Must get up and do it myself then

Turn October into November

as if it will change my air

©Reena Prasad 1st November 2012

Making lists


Making lists
so one might not forget the names
of objects so familiar
that they cannot be remembered
without making lists.

Making lists so that one might sleek down
the ruffled feathers
the ones that were ruffled
while making lists.

Making lists
so that they might remember
to feel happier and feel loved
who were remembered
while making lists.
©Reena Prasad
26th May 2012

The FB Stalker


“Be not affronted at a joke.

If one throw salt at thee,

thou wilt receive no harm,

unless thou art raw.”

~Oliver Goldsmith

Prayer: “May God keep us from meeting one or becoming one”

The FB stalker 

He is ‘friends’ with all the lovely ladies on screen
Making them fall for his self-pitying humour and eager beam.
He rushes everywhere at once pacifying them all
He”likes ” your every  outpouring barely reading a word at all.
Remains on top of your friend list, yet you hardly know him
You keep getting his notifications, even when you restrict him.
His weird messages make your hair stand on end in a shivering bout.
He comments on last year photos, you have forgotten about.
He sends messages strange, to every possible victim
Beware..he lurks behind every tag, clingier than a leech’s bloody bin
Do not click the “accept” box, his evil grin lurks inside.
If you meet him online, just pretend to be rude and blind
He stands just outside your window, waiting for any minute sign.
He is Your FB  stalker, a creepy crawlie online.

🙂
-Reena Prasad

(loosely adapted from 7 signs of being stalked on FB)