Voices Within: Tapeshwar Prasad

Tapeshwar Prasad has authored blend of five surrealistic and realistic poetry books, and has been featured in Camel Saloon (U.K.), Cordite Poetry Review (Australia), The Aquillrelle Wall of Poetry, Crashing Waves (USA), Scaling Heights (an Anthology on Contemporary Indian English Poetry), inklinks, Anthesis, Episteme, Heavenly Hymns, I am A Poet, Just for you My Love, Kaafiyana, Resonance (Poets, Artists unplugged), The Significant Anthology, Rhyme with Reason, World Anthology of English Poetry, Acerbic Anthology, Mandela Tributes, Whispering Winds, Intercontinental Anthology of Poetry on Universal Peace, Hall of Poets and many more. He has been included thrice as ICOP: Roll of Honour (U.K.)

PAINFUL RICHES

She has been doing it

for quiet some time

in the garb of a faint smile

All these years, and before

She could strain herself

to sieve in her pain

Guarding her happier moments

Lest, it must not erupt

Wailing those unforgettable torment

She would always lure herself

into a sobering smile, that

on a casket of painful riches

that she could trust,

She could do onto her

What a lost memory could do

to herself -

As she has been doing this

since her memory was gone

PAPER BOAT

Writing poetry is

no paper boat

Dangling on a shallow surface

It is all those mysterious rowing

Over an oceanic tides and turns

Frothing imagery out of the rolling waves

No less inspired

are the minions of my soul

The more depth I dive by my oar

Much more flight remains, balking

Over an uncharted terrains

Giving wings to my thoughts

AN OLD GLASS

Age was sinking fast -

layer by layer

from that worn-out table, where

An old glass

was

Holding up its fragile stand

keeping its past memory submerged

That

in those days of my childhood, She would

Grip her fingers around

the warm milk

and would stretch her hands out towards my mouth

to gurgle it lovingly

Luring me with toys, and lullaby

I plaint a sad cry -

The wherewithal of that touch

TRUNCATED SILENCE

It pawed slowly

by night whiskers

with big protruding eyes -

An unfamiliarity sits mutely

by the sill of an open window

and

Ushered me into

some lonesome past

Long before

As I dwelt

my memory

into its familiarity

It came heavily

Upon me, and

Walled me from inside

Dilating its vision

into truncated silence

Voices Within Complete List of Poets :: Setu, January 2019