Poetry

February 17, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

By

Reena Prasad

 

 

Mine

 

 

 

I waited for you in a street

brimming with gulmohar tears

and you walked past me

My arms, outstretched

dropped to my sides

and a cry echoed among the trees

unsettling dusk birds

from their sleep-laden nests

setting them all aflutter,

taking my cry to the skies

and a rain fell

made up of sad leaves

 

“Hey, look at him”

I whisper to the bare tree

“All mine

The lines on his forehead

The loss in his heart

All mine”

 

But the love in your eyes no longer is

There is a hand in yours

and loveliness pressed upon your shoulders

and pretty lips that can speak

and I possess her

seizing her by her thoughts

till she says the words

surprising you in that reddening dusk

“All mine “

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sense of an Ending

 

 

 

In poems that emerge

from conversations across a virtual table

is a tell-tale aroma of a shared cup

clinks of long-stemmed glasses

chuckles from unfettered liberties

salt from covertly shared memories

and the sense of an inevitable ending

for the ache, the courtship, the conjugation

and the wilderness within a poem

must end with its envoi

or must it?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reena Prasad

Reena Prasad is a poet/writer from India, currently living in Sharjah (United Arab Emirates). Her poems have been published in several anthologies and journals e.g. The Copperfield Review, First Literary Review-East, Angle Journal, Poetry Quarterly etc. She is also the Destiny Poets UK’s, Poet of the year for 2014 and one of the editors of The Significant Anthology released in 2015. She can be read at Butterflies Of Time.

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