No Words — Life in 10 Minutes


When you ask me what I did todayI rewind in a flash to start from where you leftbut then you have only eight more minutes to spareso the spin slowsand the needle stops at the pointwhich matters to me the most”I wrote a poem”It then turns rapidly in youas you sit at the ta

Source: No Words — Life in 10 Minutes

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To Death


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To Death
I know you never went away
You are at the corner where the pines sway
But I will never turn that way

In the last train compartment, you wait
The final whistle, a flag waves a green bait
But I will never turn that way

Eyes in memories plead, love mirrored I see
time and again they say we are meant to be
But I will never turn that way

Your despair gathers its forces storming my sky
Grounded, my earthing begins to lug me up

But I will never turn that way
Life loves me, within me, lives everyday

Parting isn’t easy

©Reena Prasad

Never Let Go


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Never Let Go

I want to go to sleep
to wake up in your arms once more
to grow up super slow this time
and savor every touch of yours
never more in a hurry
to reach the end of a long, lazy yawn
But I look at you curled up, contained
in the small screen of my mobile
a small sleeping figure in white
and I wonder why is it that I want to
mother an 80 year old
through a whatsapp message
to hold your hand in my palm
and help you walk like
once you did for me
to admonish that careless step
to tell you again and again
to take care of the small things
and the big will take care of itself
Wisdom dawning too late
but I don’t want you to grow anymore
or go anywhere where I cannot follow
Call it a mother’s anxiety or a daughter’s plea
but for me it is the only prayer I now know
©Reena Prasad

Loyal to Life


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Loyal to life
I have never learnt to divide
and I refuse to believe
there are none handicapped like me
but where are they?
I have never been ‘flexible’ in my loyality
Have never been pushed to a wall
Never had a gun put to my head and asked to choose
or to shoot
But if ever I had to
Was forced to make a choice
between ‘us’ and ‘them’
whoever it be on the ‘other’ side
I would be dead
before any innocent could die because of me
Where I am
there are people all around
just people, mere living beings
no boundaries
All these deaths
Such a ghastly disrespect for life
Surely there was One who could kill himself
before he let his hands kill another?
©Reena Prasad

The Overgrowth


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The Overgrowth

It needs a love never wrapped in words but wholly lived
to burn like a dry leaf and not fly away in the breeze
to lie on the open ground and watch a forest fire
race towards you from amidst smoky trees
I wait, willing to be crushed by fleeing hooves
trumpeted at and trampled upon by heaviness
that could sink a hill
for there is a brash sweetness in your absence
a rough-bristled tender bruise upon my breasts
and a breathlessness whistling in my ears
to keep me grounded, as full of life as a planted seed
while time, people, seasons-all zeitgeist villains
conspire to scrape me off the piece of earth
under which you sleep
©Reena Prasad

Touch


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Touch

My skin abhors touch
It forbids it
The tactile glove to explore a crater raw

The python moved his scales
rearranged them, heat dissipating through their mesh
I wasn’t cold though, my blood bounded against his
scales and skin leaping
his tail spooning my waist as he left 
his weight invisibly tattooed on my scapula
Touch me there, you can feel a snake grow

The faintest of butterfly feet on my fingers
with none of the former’s assuredness
Tremulous, a tender quiver of questions
and I am silenced, turned inside out, raw
Explore, suck, kiss, lick, flick
how many feet does a butterfly need to string me along?
With the last it kicked away my fantasies
reducing me to a prayer

A connect from some other realm
at a time when the disconnect was complete
yet my skin refused to let its memory fade
of the leech that wouldn’t let go
of the wolf that wouldn’t go slow
of the man whose nip still throbs

Touch me not
not unless you want to go  
and leave me another skin
©Reena Prasad

SAD


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How long do I have
to let you know I too care
have always done
before you leave me
and I am left with mere images?

A sudden winter nips my insides
I long desperately for your lap
for the feel of arms around me
You who can lift me up
throw and catch me mid-air,
show me rainbows in puddles
and processions in the clouds
just by being there,
in a phone call, in a thought,
in an unspoken wish
not near but yet not so far
sharing the same earth and air
and the similar salt raining in our care

The cold muscles in
a little more every year
How long do I have
before you go
leaving everything to me
and I become an iceberg
collecting memories to beat the chill?
©Reenaprasad