The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
...
Vibrant colors of red have engulfed the vision,
Chocolate wrappers with silky skin,
...
Unflowering Spring
Fresh pollens fill soft morning light,
Tender leaves just emerge from branches,
...
Common Crow
Rain drops on my forehead pour,
Lion behind the clouds began to roar,
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Grazing over the leftover blades of grass,
Those sheep's go on bleating throughout the noon,
So are those buffalo's like dark clouds that pass,
Lonely thorny shrub dancing to a futile tune,
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Turning Tangerine
Adorning white veil those trees make way to the unknown,
Unknown curves, unknown turns, unknown path off my own,
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Vanishing mist
Subtle chirping dawn,
Outstretching faction of warmth,
...
May I introduced myself. My name is Prasad Natarajan. I am born on a scorching hot summers day, Saturday 2nd of April 1983 to two humble and gentle soul parents. Their first child, and their only son. With day-to-day running around to make a normal survival, I am a private person spending most of my time writing something or painting. Poetry gives me another outlet to express my feelings.)
When I Dreamed
The windows of my body slowly close,
Abandoned in a garden full of red rose,
Walking amidst gentle flowing stream,
Golden yellow cutting through sun beam.
Lush olive green leaves of the huge trees,
Dusty brown grass growing up to my knees,
Breathing warmth in the fresh new air,
Walking through pastures on my foot bare.
She walked all the way holding my hand,
Time was slipping away like quick sand,
Her voice was so filled with love and care,
She was gentle, shy, sensitive and very fair.
Her light blue eyes like waves of the seas,
Touching us, eloquently moved the breeze,
Words not spoken, we spoke a lot it seemed,
I walked, I lived and I fell in love when I dreamed.