Tag: poetic works
member name: Kushal Poddar
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March 02, 2008 04:01 AM EST --
A kitty named "Zelda"
Her paws, soft, are upon fallen gold
Of rustling foliage. Cold sundown
Turns around to a shadowy cottage.
A cottage with a coach and love-strokes
On . . .
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April 05, 2008 08:09 AM EDT --
Rape of a housemaid
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February 05, 2008 11:25 AM EST --
Living with them: poetry and prose.
Poetry falls through the skylight,
Brighten the other side of my bed,
Extension of my fingers
Hoping to embrace
Warmth, only face
A secluded . . .
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March 04, 2008 04:18 AM EST --
Dear old comedian
They sit with the pulsing anticipation
Every time the dilapidated
Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.
Rustles of the mice beneath the stage, . . .
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April 02, 2008 11:18 AM EDT --
Shabby rooster
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The smell of burnt milk in the morning,
Parables of domesticities
Rise from the night of an unslept bed.
The tired ring . . .
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April 11, 2008 09:34 AM EDT --
Snippet -I
His dull scissors fell from a hand too old.
The red dirt of a village road ahead.
The village barber's hairs flow in arid air
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January 26, 2008 05:58 AM EST --
A homecoming
She is coming back with a heavy heart,
Heart tends to be hard
Otherwise it hurts easily.
Easily it drenches the soul'
The way now sky . . .
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January 26, 2008 06:34 AM EST --
Village boy came to city, found love
She opened her mouth and,
He saw the sharp and metals.
Beautiful, poignant and murderous.
They teeth of the city is as hungry
As his homeland's . . .
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February 05, 2008 11:28 AM EST --
the fair
The fair has wound up
The hubbub has died away.
Slight poignancy in the air.
And, cold status quo is creeping here.
The desertion is a dead light,
Seen through . . .
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October 15, 2008 10:38 AM EDT --
White blank you were
The white paper keeps a steady stare
at me. It's fair void is rousing something
within. "What are you looking at? Do not!"
still, . . .
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February 16, 2008 02:10 AM EST --
By the window of the funeral and florescent flower
See, the face of her.
The hunger does blend with grief.
She comes out to stand at a outstretch porch, stand stiff. . . .
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March 09, 2008 01:17 AM EST --
The wolf (crescendo of silver)
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She knows by the flight of homing birds
Her hunger will grow to reach the nails.
The tingling nails will curl to seek prey.
She looks at the . . .
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April 04, 2008 06:15 AM EDT --
A game of chess
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A buzzing insect, a defective light,
The door with a net face and broken hinge,
A jump of a silhouette cat captures mind.
A cot and a smudged . . .
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January 27, 2008 04:55 AM EST --
police?
Police had caught my father,
Took him away.
Where is the police station?
Which is our P.S.?
No sir. I don't know what is my jurisdiction.
He had to come . . .
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April 10, 2008 09:12 AM EDT --
He knows pain
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He let them take his advantage,
Plunder the soft tissues of heart.
The eyes hurt to conceal dark brooks.
They pick him so easy and taunt. . . .
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April 02, 2008 10:40 AM EDT --
Buddha's fire
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Buddha's hand enters into fire.
Rattling guns and vomiting death,
Rounds and rounds of limitless war,
Buddha walks with thirst through . . .
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April 08, 2008 11:38 PM EDT --
A m oment of truth
Disappointment flies amid the eternal sky
Great as it might be it can't surpass one dusk.
She climbs up a steeple, chases a gust of wind
That . . .
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April 13, 2008 04:48 AM EDT --
summer of the bird
Like the bird the next door neighbor
Has left in your care
During their vacation
And you have fallen in love with,
Summer months of long nothing
chirps . . .
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September 04, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
Travel
His class teacher.
Is he asking
a question?
Just then
he has been
traveling the world
and the world beyond
carried away by
the chirping of an
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April 07, 2008 11:24 AM EDT --
Moon on the rear view mirror (assassin)
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Moon on the rear view mirror
Chasing the assassin's speeding
Chariot. . . .
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