Lend your ears I have other ways To enamour your heart Hark! My calligraphy Lending your ears On the wings of a butterfly - One flower to the next ** Colour of my grief I puff up the earth A little more, from Under my grave To see you blooming Colour of my grief - The blood of my poppies Rooting the nerves, inside ** Scarecrow of the night You have been So easy upon me Like a butterfly of my dreams Yet, the reality; outside was maintaining an eerie silence in this turbulent night I settled down With an imagery of the fore Cozy in my sleep Yet the evil spirit of the night Was hell bent over frightening me, with its Scarecrow imagery ** Trollybag I was all seeing - You, that were Rolling your baggage on a silent railway platform in the middle of luminous night Florescent flickering station light merging with the distant moon waiting for the train to come Ducklings of my trollybag Never miss me Unblinking, that I see you Riding the stairs of a whistling train ** Glee These volcanic ashes That soot over the burdened sky Pastel a colour to my canvas Glee of my brush and paints burning more proper What so ever it did by way of gloom It could not reach the heights of canvas Mirroring the magma These of my colours just did it taking a plunge by lines and curves ** Ruth of the sky I am ever dependent upon the flock Standing guard Against the twilight Nestlings - by the dusk Chirping your homecoming - Ruth of the sky ** Chisel What is this ilk of your hieroglyphics - Sacred words carved on my stony eyes in pursuant of a will. How will you then, do me tears by my cheeks; whose blades have become blunt by the repeated use of your chisel
Tapeshwar Prasad has authored blend of five surrealistic and realistic poetry books, and has been featured in Camel Saloon (UK), Cordite Poetry Review (Australia), Crushing Waves, The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry (USA) and many others. He has been included as ICOP: Roll of Honor by Sir Louis Kasatkin, UK.