Don’t Play Along


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No more dreams
Too much of giving
The unspent mile hurts

I wouldn’t know
How could I
Gaping at bursts of green
while an ocean bursts
Bring out the bottles, no more time
Soak in the sun, run down the line
They see you sing, they smirk, they drink
then belt out your words
and strum something

It is you they play upon
It is me, your song tells it all
Then they go home leaving you alone
and cry themselves to sleep
All alone

All alone, do you not see
All of us
The way it has always been
The edge of the bed
No more dreams
The guarded mile hurts
Let it go its way
Please
Just the edge of the bed
I cannot belong
This is no life
This is a sad song
®Reena

 

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Giving it up


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(c) Reena Prasad

It makes me restless: the small pauses in life
A stop at a red light and I slide down through glass
onto the petunia beds
fluid, greedy
not content with relishing them with eyes
needing to feel them
taste me too

So there in the freshly watered soil, I lie
as close as the earth and roots will let me
leaving them no reprieve
but to fill me up with colours and scents
There is a oneness with these fleeting souls
seeing the sky as they see it
wanting to give, give  
and only to give
the essence up to the winds
not in gratitude
but to ensure that I belong here
like the shadows of trees
and the coolness of breeze
and take no more
©Reena Prasad

 

 

Why the wind blows heavy


Can’t you tell the absence of life
no one comes to check up on the egg
or feel the dolor of a wind that carried away
a soul without a silhouette?
A racing gale, a cliff immobile
a nest sits uneasy, a lone egg inside
The soft love jumble
grass, twigs and fluff
rolls round the blue shell
but nothing knocks from within
a most inconsequential moment
love looking to live on
but love is for everyone
life isn’t

©Reena Prasad 12th Dec 2013

It won’t rain on you


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The sweaty-neck of another summer day
has been washed by the afternoon’s downpour
You could have curled up with a book
watching the trickling drops
and the bird on the line
shaking out the rain from its fluff

A wan sun would have beamed all around
before making way for a cloudy dusk
Boisterous noises of frogs, crickets and crows
settling down into the lap of night
could have made the poet in you sigh once more

The silent night jasmine would have
thrown a kiss of scented bliss
A wet kitten might have come mewing
for some warmth from the arc of light
underneath your door

The night gale would have rattled the chimes
even through your shuttered window
Storms stronger than us need to get their way
like the one that you tried to swallow all alone

but you chose to collect tears in a private pool
ignoring the ones dripping over the sill
growing into circles of love all around
and to keep the sun away forever
and send away hungry, a tiny bob of fur
©Reena Prasad  11th June 2013
♥˜♥In memory of young Nikhil Sharma who left us on 10th June 2013♥˜♥

To be published in “Scaling heights”

The Naga nemesis


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Booing at my human form
they hang from the sprawling tree
Their collective jeer of forked tongues
an elongated, red efflorescence
I smell their venom before I feel
hissing breaths flicking my hackles
I stand my slithering ground
as invincible as them in my dream
though Manasa writhes underneatha
and Shesha cradles
in his thousand-headed glory
the frame of an absconded deity
Kaliya floats unperturbed on a black river
grinning as the poor bend and drink
Vasuki emerges from a deserted womb
his mouth oozing slush and brine

The tree trunk uncoils as I toss in my dream
into several more scaly forms
Their offspring wound themselves round my feet
The hanging ones pull me up with ease
Waiting for the inevitable
I watch the crawling ants below
trying to fight themselves to death
while Ananta’s rapidly coiling form
squeezes their life out like popping sweet peas
still chuckling at the irony
as they swallow me whole
and vomit my poisoned soul
to search for a discarded snake skin
©Reena Prasad 14th May 2013