Prasad Natarajan

Rookie - 129 Points (April 2nd 1983 / Bangalore)

Prasad Natarajan Poems

41. Artistic Nudity 12/6/2011
42. Clock Pricks 12/6/2011
43. Hesitant Grasshopper 12/6/2011
44. Mocking Clouds 12/6/2011
45. Warzone 12/6/2011
46. A Droplet 11/12/2011
47. The Sparrow Band 12/6/2011
48. Termite Army 12/6/2011
49. Crawlers Fancy 12/6/2011
50. Quivering Bird 12/6/2011
51. Dark Emerald 12/6/2011
52. Spoilsport 12/6/2011
53. Lifeless 12/6/2011
54. Hiding Hollow 12/6/2011
55. Grazing Flock 12/6/2011
56. Kadamba Flower 1/21/2012
57. Anthi Mandhaarai 1/21/2012
58. Peek-A-Boo 1/21/2012
59. Saccharine Jaggary 1/25/2012
60. Bachelor Winter Days 2/10/2012
61. Jasmine Dreams 3/27/2012
62. 5th Studio Street 6/22/2012
63. Hara Pranay! 9/5/2012
64. Pratiksalya 12/20/2013
65. Erettai Valan 12/26/2013
66. Bizarre Expedition 6/29/2011
67. Longer Zone 5/5/2014
68. Give Me A Hug 6/27/2014
69. Tickell Blue 7/22/2014
70. Concrete Fill 8/21/2014
71. Silver Twine 8/21/2014
72. Disappearing Wings 10/25/2014
73. Sun Exposed 1/27/2015
74. Across The Lake 4/17/2015
75. Forgotten Anniversary 3/5/2016
76. Desolate Fox 1/29/2015
77. Turning Tangerine 3/3/2015
78. Weak Moisture 12/6/2011
79. Hopping Sparrow 12/6/2011
80. Winter Window 12/6/2011

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Best Poem of Prasad Natarajan

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, ...

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The Sparrow Band

In my balcony all alone,
Amidst leaf fall my mind too, prone.
A few grains in my closed hand,
I await the sounds of the Sparrow Band.

In my balcony under the sun,
I cast the grains out one by one.
They swoop down in a grey dash,
Peck at the grains, are off in a flash,

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