Flesh of an apple
A drop of red; stains earth; proves gravity;
grows up as a sprawled tree; bears alluring,
glistening fruits I have brought for you at this
sickbed. . . . more
"Sometimes we forget the lessons. We take the same path and then at the turn finds that we are as inanimate as the object lost.But glad that you are not the forgetting kind.Fluid writing." more
loves to write and read, dies to have your friendship. Here is my short bio: Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, in the state of West Bengal, India. He began writing poems at the age of six in his vernacular Bengali. He begins practicing law as an advocate at the High Court, after obtaining a degree from The Calcutta University. Presently he writes only in his second language, English; though he is already published in Bengali and has written several fictions and scripts for mini-series for the television as well. His English poetries have been published in the online magazines like “Shine”, “Birds on line” and “DR. NI'S NEWS” apart from on several other literary web-sites. As well as some well established magazines like Heron's Nest, Apparatus, Word Salad. He is a contributor in the Poor Poet's Pantry Book
On Gather, I'm Looking For ...:
express myself and explore talents. seek friendship, help a mind who is sick and on a mission to realise my dreams
Kushal, I'd be honored to add you to my friend's list. Hope this is not a "blue" day for you! The early morning sun sparkles on the frost like diamonds encrusted on the landscape. How can we not but love our brother amidst such beauty to start our day?
