Articles by: Reena Prasad

A Thousand Deaths And Still She Asks

A Thousand Deaths And Still She Asks

She speaks from my womb
Last time it was her entrails yelling
having been pounded, wrung and spread out to die
in wide eyed surprise
at yet another killing

April 13, 2018 Arts/Literature
Songs of the Dead

Songs of the Dead

Abandoned, forgotten passwords, we will be buried and burnt. Or replaced. Our laughter stripped of its sound bytes will freeze in frames. Our conversations will loiter in the marketplaces of lost cities Their wise songs have gone, dashed against cliffs. Wiping off dewdrops from grass lips, the day stretches. Its grayness splits. A bird sings from a branch. Both are[Read More…]

February 26, 2018 Arts/Literature
Bullet Proof

Bullet Proof

I just took a bullet for the remaining bits of humanity
The baton passes on
We will take it forward from here

September 8, 2017 India