I traced your lines so many times
you are engraved in my brain
I’m just not sure what the message is

I can tell you about ancient Chinese poetry
But I can't say anything about modern politics.

I learned long ago
The closer you get
To the Dragon's mouth
The more dangerous your life becomes.

I saw her in my dream last night
Silhouetted against the moonlit sky
Dissolved in the aura of the moon
She asked me if I wished to fly.

Her magic warmed my rustic soul
Deep musings came to life, encore
She swayed her hands to heal my heart;
Together we’d fly or fall apart.

To all the great powers that be
Grant me a pair of wings to see
What lies above the bright blue sky
I wish to fly, I wish to fly.


Prashant Shaurya ©

All Rights Reserved
15/01/2023

it’s too late
I’m full of hate
the lies trickle down my tongue
Just like honey
Bitter not sweet
Sticky like the blood
Icky like ink
Fueling my rage as I turn the page
My list of hate,

skull contents
lumpy
wrinkly
wet
guessing machine
imagining machine
constructing
and de-
constructing
nevermind

this wet reading
thinking itself
aloof, a critic even

ideas sloshing
around in
my made up
place
all drunk
on being

thought further
stars i move
so you can spill
out just the way
you shout

rest with me on
the rainbow

come with me
to the sun

i see you alone
by the window

waiting for us
to get young

we'll make love
in the meadow

burn everything
that hasn't come

i see you staring
into the shadows

waiting for one
of us to return