Tag: love
member name: Kushal Poddar
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December 23, 2009 07:51 PM EST --
Not belonging to one
Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait;
they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce.
Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .
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December 22, 2009 08:13 PM EST --
Sundays of a Monday man
A Monday man has Sundays behind him too
when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing.
A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .
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December 20, 2009 08:08 PM EST --
The Gardener
The gardener, with an indifferent field;
with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes
probability. A village, a company,
an existence or existences depend . . .
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December 21, 2009 08:04 PM EST --
The penumbra of a Monday
The shadows’ montage on the Monday path;
the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops;
everything is on the move; even trees
move from . . .
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December 01, 2009 08:44 PM EST --
Surreal corridor
“However”, says the naysayer;
‘however’ has always been his
way to end a sentence which will
fly like a mesmerized . . .
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December 06, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Counter development
Talks with an older relative pass
through a still water. Time descends; soft,
white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze.
Something small . . .
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December 13, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Reality of a vacation
It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate;
it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune.
The harmony embraces us; the rich hues
of the . . .
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September 10, 2009 07:19 AM EDT --
Elegy
Evening comes with homing birds.
The flying wings are slowing down.
Memories want to fill the gaps
at this moment; hunt for pieces
scattered in a room we visit . . .
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December 07, 2009 07:59 PM EST --
Abused
The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof;
nothingness is a corrugated top.
You look up from there, a frightened life;
a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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November 20, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
Balloon home for the aged
Our family lives in a basket
attached to a helium balloon.
This morning we have chicken omelettes
then I leave my feelings hang on air
go to work . . .
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December 03, 2009 09:55 AM EST --
Value of those pretenses
Pretend you believe; the pretense
is worth the same; their values alike.
Pretend you are watching the mountain,
sun melting . . .
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December 05, 2009 08:36 PM EST --
Life of a winter
The spots of the sun on a cold stone.
Winter has brought a squadron of lives;
nomadic birds, famished villagers,
tourists who touch the stone; history burns . . .
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December 08, 2009 07:56 PM EST --
I, a thief
Shades of a wrong lie on a still road.
November clouds; the smoke of evening
is a whisper you hears I scream,
I have come across a famine, a flood
and now . . .
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December 14, 2009 07:53 PM EST --
siren
The siren comes out clear. It has passed
through being nonexistent, muffled
and distinct like blood stains. The siren,
a voice of caution, the clear siren,
comes . . .
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March 26, 2008 10:46 AM EDT --
To the psychiatrist
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Tell her who is resting on your couch,
A cliché we live
Spread amid the movements of planets, . . .
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March 24, 2008 10:16 AM EDT --
God in a hot afternoon
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Sun is leaping over the cracked fence.
Light feet of sunlight
Wakes a sick horse chomping a mouthful. . . .
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March 18, 2008 01:55 PM EDT --
Throbbing twilight
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A throb is coming alive,
It faces the cracked mirror,
And dares the reflection.
Jaded image speaks the tongue
Of an alien . . .
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May 26, 2009 08:55 AM EDT --
City vortex
( To Surreal Circus )
Sometimes I roam the city like an eddy of dust;
touching the loose streets, wobbly roads and shaky structures.
They seem unstable . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s . . .
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