Move Out, I am in Love — Life in 10 Minutes


 I love you the way you wantwith no thunder and a faint, loverly light-a thatched hut’s lantern flicker to your fleeing night trainSoothing kohl in my eyes as I work my way up from the floorto reach for my prizeYour smoke rings swirl right through my lips, slightly partedto complete the

Source: Move Out, I am in Love — Life in 10 Minutes

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An Anthology of World Refugee Day Poems | Different Truths


Read on what it means to not have a home to return to.
Read on for “We live in the age of the refugee, the age of the exile”
-Ariel Dorfman

The Significant League (TSL) and Different Truths (DT) together offer an Anthology on World Refugee Day (WED), the fifth tie-up between the two.  Sixty nine poems, one be each poet, showcase the hu…

Source: An Anthology of World Refugee Day Poems | Different Truths

Ostraka ( at number 3)
In a massive urn, shards welter with scratched out names
We leave today for siding with life, for making a noise
about the smoke from a pyre lit under us

Out over the ocean
where the sharks have no check posts, no countries
just the seamlessness of hunger and life

I throw my children out of the inferno
They giggle and tumble over dead laps, clutching at nothing

I clutch at everything
from paper money to memories but my hands, once great
at scooping up babies are now giant sieves

I lose them all finally
The lie fluttering over the land
The identity that singes my lips when I plead
Scrap-proofs of my existence- all consigned
to earth as I run, run, run

We step over bodies,
ignore dying pleas and hug the remainders
to make it to another dawn
under the same sun and sky
The choking smoke of yesterday
repackaged as a gulp of oxygen

Over the barbs, into another lying boundary
that creases rapidly, tearing us into scraps
Shaken out like dust from a map
till the world pressing in from all sides
narrows its vision to a pin point
surrounded by a dancing debris of outcasts

Only underwater or in the skies
does life thrive limitlessly. The rest have to flee.
© Reena Prasad
Thank you Ampat Koshy, Gauri Dixit, Deepti Singh (Editors) Arindam Roy and Anumita Roy Chatterjee (of DT) for this collection of 73 heart felt poems.

When Black Holes Collide


 

Honoured to share a poem by Dr. Koshy A.V which made me think of black holes and the waves they generate.

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If there was a planet
With two moons
A system with two suns
Two poets with the same fire
singing different tunes
Lit by the same flair/flare
Of incandescent genius
And its lambent eyes
Those waxing and waning moons
Those living burning dying suns
Those immortal poets twain
And the cosmic poetic galaxies
Of their poems
Swirling in never settling stardust
That would be you and I
That could only be I and you
©Ampat Koshy

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Image :  Artistic rendering of gravitational waves caused by merging black holes :NASA

 

 

GloMag June 2016


My poem ‘Iceberg’ has been included in Glomag June 2016 issue. The poem is on page 69-71. I am posting it here. Do read the full issue by clicking on the pic or links below

Iceberg

Translucency creeps, a worm under my skin
I look pointedly at the road lest the flush give me away

The road climbs a hill
I follow
knowing it leads to the same block of ice
A sheer drop waits on the other side
I have floated here before
The iceberg of death waits for another sun to embed itself

Eyes follow the flight of a lone falcon
The continuous motion of wings
up- down up-down
Chooose now
Sky or earth for you?

I become the dice thrown from some sky
Shuffle, shake and let go

Caught between the sheer joy of a momentary union
much awaited
and the terror of losing a familiar terrain
to glaciatic currents, I stand poised
consolidating the moment
ready to dive into death of only one kind

The elements have stopped time
Which way will this human dice fall?
A gamble thrills
A cat licks its paw

Zephyrus, don’t catch me
Set me free for once
I am too cold to fit into your realms
colder than the floating bed of ice
©Reena Prasad

GloMag is the coming together of poets in their diverse manifestations, thoughts, and expressions – and the visual interpretation of these.

Source: GloMag June 2016