Author Archives: Sunita Prasad

Truth is Colourless

Color bleeds

In different shades

Sometimes the skin

Oozes a dozen sores

Camouflaging feelings.

Some love, some hate

With measured emotions,

Counting the number of shades

Light brown, dark brown

Darker shade and pitch black

Contemplating the variations-

Did color measure the soul?

Did truth change as seasons?

Or did the creator played foul?

Maybe humanity needs

To understand that

Beauty is skin deep.

Womb of Terror

She breathes life
In the universe
The sturdy banyan tree
Nurturing the carrier of faith
Feasting on her blood
Shading , protecting the seeds
Giving them life, through her veins.
They grow through her roots
Spreading out, finding their feed.
Each one moves, through the glades
Learning, earning, falling, arising
To meet the means of existence
In their pursuit of happiness.
They fall back, get dejected
Taste success, breathe failures.
Circumcising on their beliefs
Divert paths, siphoned on desires.
Fighting for one’s space
Fighting for one’s belief
They change their mission of life
Running after dreams of superiority
Holding, weapons of destruction.
Thirsty for the flesh and blood
Men-O-Men, of same passion.

In the blood soaked lands
They gallop for their victims
Among the weakened lot
Forgetting the banyan tree
That shaded them, fed them!
Cursed seeds engulf,
The bleeding womb, inflicting wounds.
Tarnishing her existence, ravishing her
Scaring her roots, killing the womb
Gorges on her flesh, the hordes of ravens
Leaving behind an unforgivable carnage.
A bleeding humanity juxtaposed
On her bleeding soul,
To feed their egotistical goals,

Wild Meadows

I carried,
Those wild berries
In my fist,precious,
Like my old friends.
Reminiscing the lost childhood,.
Those were the paths,
Where childhood left footprints
Etched on its barks,
The birds homed,hopes danced
Wild berries rested among
The tall sentries of time
Fanciful abundance leaped,
Where innocent cherubs laughed
Through the tinted canopy.
Those were the days
Where freedom breathed freely
The carefree days
Had an essence,
A vigorous zest for life
And the spirit felt the breezy sunshine.
And now, the glazed reflection
Reflects in the shunted vastness,
A bleeding,chaffed soil, seeking refuge
In the heart, of an aquamarine gorge.

Parodies of life

Two for tango
Two times flat
Flat on their knees
Flat on their nose
Nose bleeding
Nose burning
Burning with fumes
Burning with aches
Aches the guts
Aches the soul
Soul scarred
Soul personified
Personified dreams
Personified pain
Pain revisited
Pain inborn
Inborn grit
Inborn faith
Faith falters
Faith reigns
Reigns the flesh
Reigns the desires
Desires umpteen
Desires unfulfilled
Unfulfilled wishes
Unfulfilled summers
Summer times
Summer joys
Joys abound
Joys rebound
Rebound life
Rebound love
Love betrays
Love dismays
Dismays beliefs
Dismays truth
Truth is love
Truth is gospel
Gospel words
Gospel thoughts
Thoughts sync
Thoughts weave
Weave words
Weave parodies
Parodies in life
Parodies lies
Lies exist
Lies hope
Hope…
Exist…

(The “Blitz” Poem, is a poetry form created by Robert Keim.
This form of poetry is a stream of short phrases and images with repetition and rapid flow.
Begin with one short phrase, it can be a cliché. Begin the next line with another phrase that begins with the same first word as line 1. The first 48 lines should be short, but at least two words.
The third and fourth lines are phrases that begin with the last word of the 2nd phrase, the 5th and 6th lines begin with the last word of the 4th line, and so on, continuing, with each subsequent pair beginning with the last word of the line above them, which establishes a pattern of repetition.
Continue for 48 total lines with this pattern, And then the last two lines repeat the last word of line 48, then the last word of line 47.
The title must be only three words, with some sort of preposition or conjunction joining the first word from the third line to the first word from the 47th line, in that order.
There should be no punctuation. When reading a BLITZ, it is read very quickly, pausing only to breathe.)

I am a Woman

I am what I am by the virtue of the lord

Blessed with perseverance, in the human fold.

 

Feel me in humility and love,

Disguised as mother, daughter, sister and wife.

 

Tuned in life in different roles,

Loved and cherished by every soul.

 

Pitied, shunned, coerced, submissive identity,

An inborn grit, to bear every adversity.

 

The mother of forbearer

Universal truth unfolds in strife.

 

Pain and joy in others happiness

An epitome of the highest sacrifice.

 

Blessed I am for been born

Part of an unending source of life governed.

 

Not something to be treated as uncommon

I am what I am; I AM A WOMAN.

Sunita Prasad

The Chosen Ones

There are so many issues in life
Milestones of experienced strife.
Some hard to bear, some too soft to tread
Still, we move ahead with a fiery dare.
Surging emotions does hamper the journey
Causing deep scars, brewing with acrimony
And, it does shatter the reality

Harvesting ghosts, of past memories.

One cannot change one’s fateful fragility
Life takes U-turn, when one is hardly ready
we flow with the winds of changed destiny
Pushed ahead with the rest of the synched humanity.

We! The chosen ones…

Sunita Prasad