Kiran Prasad

Kiran Prasad Poems

Far away are we settled
Few winds come together
To lift our sordid land
...

The thought arises
A wonder if you are doing well
The tug, deep rooted
Refuses to quell
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Years are a nought
A minute a second short
When friends finally meet
A century unfolds
...

4.

We stand across, face each other
Its been some time since we
Looked at each other
...

The finger seems a little relieved
the pudgy finger can now breathe at ease
it was bound by an unending ring
decayed was the skin beneath.
...

I have seen you somewhere before
It is a little difficult to believe

It is a cheesy line to say
...

There is a lot to say
A lot of excuses to make
Every lie in my brain
a reasonable truth derives
...

8.

Pain is a frequent flyer
so oft it does travel.
when you thought you
had seen the last of him
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The fields rush past
A swoosh of green
A patch of blue
A colorless milieu
...

10.

My heart sinks to the thoughts
That so obsess my mind
I may be right
Then why can’t I forgive
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11.

Don’t believe everything you hear
Or assume what you see is real
There is fear in the harshest words
And love entwined in words of deride.
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Dreams and love
Are sisters two
Dreams, a sleepy lie they weave.
And love, a constant lie it seeks.
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13.

Today i looked death in its face,
Much sedate.
We spoke of yearnings true
Of passion, dancing to unsung tunes
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Facebook prompts me to share
My status to update
On these pages to bare
My thoughts and disdains
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Maybe we fight
Spit fire
And with words
Pounce on each other
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16.

The stillness of
The paused rail
As humans to ants
Transfigured
...

18.

She stops
Looks back
Her eyes sparkle with mischief
Happiness holds her words afloat
...

19.

I walk on never to look back
Every future is a step from the past

I dream on. that tomorrow I will stand,
...

On that final adieu
The softest bed when I find
Will you curse my stupidities?
Or glance at me with misery?
...

Kiran Prasad Biography

Reluctant writer, sometimes hit by flash of desire to write.)

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Far away are we settled
Few winds come together
To lift our sordid land

Dreariness, dampness
Are truths carved
On our 100 wooden faces

We are dried, dehydrated
Souls – Of what is left
A mere percent alive

Will it survive?

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