In the Silence of an Owl


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In the silence of an owl
a night dreams
as we gather our shadows
going further than we have ever been
Every step a virgin footfall
and around us
a tempest slowly rising

Hands reaching for hands
to hold on to
while thumbs explore lifelines
Words pushed away
to let balmy breaths in
to etch tumultuous tendrils
within fathomless hollows

The storm rages unabated
till the night lets go of her secrets
till glistening beads dot the canopy
till the rising smoke declares a forest fire
till twin sighs escape the spent covers

©Reena Prasad

Only words tonight


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Touch me tonight with just your words
Use them to strip off lingering covers
Let them gently drop like eyelashes do,
one after the other
a rose shedding dew drops, petal-soft and sure
Hold them up as a veil for the crimson buds
from a green-eyed moon
Set them down free to kiss the streaming shadows
and leave me fraught with the need
to spill over too
Let them wander over soft undulations,
dip their way into shy, wave-lapped coves
Spread them all over the moonlit floor
to be seduced by a travelling blush or two
Urge them into tiny flames flaring up the spine
Douse them with the passion in your darkened eyes
Let them loose upon my fields, I am all ears
This night yearns to pirouette to their whispers
©Reena Prasad

Rain the love out – for The rainbow journal


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It doesn’t set in easily
the feeling of being free
a flurry of flutters
a dropping of loose feathers
a shrug of the resilient ones
stirring up a chirrup of talkative emotions
Once it blazes in

a desire erupts in ecstasy
A suicide point beckons
setting up a secret rendezvous
An odd warmth seeps in as drops drip
stealing the sealed heat of cells they linger over
one that comes from letting go
of the blood rain washing down the putrid layers
piled on by seasons of drought

while the red heat evaporates the pain
and the rain for once thirsts for the desert
©Reena Prasad nov 24 2013

To love


Love, I have been carrying you in my heart for eons
yet you feel so much lighter
my feelings have cupped your flame
to keep it  burning brighter
rhymes emerge in dreams
like flash news on TV screens.
Day nods off, darkness hovers
Love you are a forgotten spark with a psychedelic cover
So I go about carrying you in my heart
while you cajole it to keep on singing

Our windows once talked of the days to come
The sky darkened in gloom, tomorrow seemed glum
A cold wind blew a soft warning to youth
a shiver down my arms and time too flew
me who never missed a bus,
never saw the train.
Now on diverse ends of earth
drenched and dried we still dance in the after rain
Love, you break hearts yet they mend fast enough
If we don’t tug at the little strings left undone.
©Reena Prasad edited on feb 12th 2013
•Published in LOVELETS  and read by Dr. Ampat Koshy at Urban Solace Bangalore on 2nd July 2013

Solo


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And I danced as if a wild thing
had entered the forest of my beats
A soundless ballet through dark halls
while brooding chairs sat on haunches
like sad ogres about to weep
I served up all my lonely nights
the love that stabbed in the guise of moonlight
twirling like a smile over un-kissed lips
fading like a flower in summer’s grip
the rain-drenched roses near the fence
killed by the heaviness of tears unwept
the joy that parting could never ease
With the feet of thunder hurtling down hills,
the feral spirit when it found the gaps
turned into a storm and wrecked the peace
A shoe hangs from a dusty fan
The curtain has eloped with the breeze
©Reena Prasad 18th June 2013

Reminders


Paper Planes and Green Field Wal tangledwing

Telling me the tale
your words give you away
You stack up the chairs behind the door
and forget the breeze blowing your way
Go on, pretend some more, pretend there is no us
that you can’t see a sun amidst all the fluff
Rub your arms, the goosepimply side
Is it the same out and inside?
Hang on to that word,
the one that is fleeing from you
Hang on
lest it tells me what I know is true
I know it will keep reminding you
of my own flight
Yet we do not have to ever
call it a night
© Reena Prasad March 3rd 2013

Fear the shadow


 

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Image©Reena Prasad

 

Can you feel the overflow
A shape spreading hungrily on the night street
tip-toeing up from the corners of dim-lit walls
flattened relentlessly
under the busy tread of feet yet inching closer
The dark strokes of desire
at the terminus of outstretched shadows?

Me and my obsession are out on the road
to get to you if you ever step beyond
Even if you don’t, these desires will curl up
into rasping grains of flying sand
to be swung up by the willing shamal
and flung against you from every porthole.

Reena Prasad 30th April 2013

Yet again…


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©Reena Prasad

 

You apparate during my stroll
in the shaded waterfront near the artificial lake
My feet tangle, I take cover behind a tree
and listen to your step’s
symphony with my heart’s thrum
You freeze as if spotting a wraith
though it’s only my vibes hanging around you
wiping their cold feet on your warm soul

I remain hidden
envying the easy familiarity
of us as a perfectly solved puzzle
No conditions, no testing the waters
hugging as we discover the ‘us’ in the crush

Yet you look as if stricken hard
by the zephyr crossing the waters
and I wallow in memory’s warm slush
and I pray for bilateral, coronary amnesia
to soften the blow, to even the score

Wafting away briefly on time-pulled paper boats
the beautiful myth of love acting as a pain balm
I hear a childish giggle and turn
A small face with untold mirth
is watching a grown-up hug a date palm
©Reena Prasad

Connecting the dots~


 
Dots made of thoughts
I connect them randomly
with no numbers to direct the flow
To make the scene seem better,
I jump over awkwardly placed ones and ignore
the jutting out persistent black specks
till the pattern emerges which resembles an image
engraved on a nonexistent tree
I join them to make a safety ring
letting in only the sunlight and day
my strokes keep out intruders
yet leave gaps for wanted gatecrashers
oxymoronic vagaries seethe at this ostrich feats
telling me you know that I know
but if I stop doodling and sit back
the truth might emerge
and smite all hope.

©Reena Prasad 24th Feb 2013