It is a Sunday

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Pic Credits : Dr Santosh Bakaya



It is a Sunday
There is grain on the street
Perhaps a pigeon will come

There are swings in the park
The school is closed
Perhaps a child will come to play

There are bougainvilleas in bloom
There is a breeze that hums
perhaps a butterfly may float here

Here is a street and a park
grain and flowers
swings and holidays
yet something is missing

The man who fed the pigeons
was shot here yesterday

Perhaps love will still come
one day

(C)Reena Prasad
Pic credit : Santosh Bakaya

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Snooping around our window
damp with fog’s soggy sighs,
a day spotted us
restless within a cloistered dream.

It poured light through screen gaps
driving away the vestiges of sleep,
its shadows dancing like mobile graffiti

Beseeching us to
slip humdrum cares
into colourful slippers
straw hats and sparse beachwear,
and throttle foolish misgivings
drowning them in the salty sea.

Bleached brown
with pockets full of sand
wet moments stashed away for drier nights,
we bundled the playful day
and threw it at the diving sun.

In sleep’s amorous arms,
tired limbs entwining,
settling into comfortable slots
savouring the faint taste of salty skin
I thought of the wayward day
now cosseted in the warm night’s hug.

©Reena Prasad 18th nov 2012