Tag: surreal
member name: Kushal Poddar
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November 21, 2009 08:48 PM EST --
Prime numbers
It is always an early winter;
I have math grades to show my father.
Brown leaves fall on those sheets. I can say,
it is not an effortless . . .
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March 23, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
V ir us o n t he m achi ne
The effluence of virus through the receiver
enters into her computer, spreads, floods, reigns.
The object, - immobile, . . .
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May 23, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Interchange
( To the Group Surrealistic Circus-II )
The last time, you took a point to touch the grass,
to smell, like a vintage Chateau Margaux,
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August 05, 2009 07:46 AM EDT --
Haiku-33
tears in my eyes
sun floats in a sea of salt
that roars inside.
© C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar
To Dawn
A garden of herbs . . .
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August 20, 2009 07:54 AM EDT --
I watched me sleep
(To Dawn)
The last time I watched me while asleep
my mouth was kept ajar, a drop
of sea was following my left cheek.
The last time I watched me while . . .
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September 21, 2009 06:57 AM EDT --
what lies beneath
Permafrost reveals; she, on this Sunday morning
over a marmalade on toast, sheds her pelt.
The pelt is brilliant with spots of pink care
and white peace on a blue dream . . .
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October 17, 2009 09:42 PM EDT --
evening sings on the last ferry
The yellow lights flicker on the waves,
an addition to the evening,
an addition to the river’s tide.
Count the changes, the . . .
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November 08, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
words caught in a photograph
Onomatopoeic words scatter
with your entrance. Pose with a flower;
sit on the table before a glass
half filled with milk. Search love. . . .
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November 15, 2009 08:32 PM EST --
Imperceptible conspiracy
My eyes are not adept for those sounds
she listens;
it is not that easy to believe
what she sees.
White flakes fall on the cedars . . .
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November 18, 2009 08:20 PM EST --
Timed out messages
Perspective thins out. Then all turns black.
Grandmother used to apply a crème.
The smell of memory in blackout
is like that; subtle and vanishing. . . .
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November 24, 2009 10:24 AM EST --
Scratched memoir of mom
A phone somewhere; the night is just scratched.
Blurred vision of the sun walks out of
that scratch as if the star was not sure
what . . .
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April 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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September 20, 2009 07:10 AM EDT --
shadows of a different passion
Dispassion is my father’s raincoat
which I have borrowed not to return.
An earl-grey evening, tea is made;
windows can’t . . .
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October 25, 2009 09:47 PM EDT --
promises on a brown leaf
The thing between the seasons, the changes,
the whoooosh sound of wind asking, the words
of a stream of some fumbling answers, . . .
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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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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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November 11, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
The prodigal parakeet’s return
Because the green bird has forgotten
the basics of aerodynamics;
because survival demands knowledge
of the . . .
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November 16, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Forced diet
“What we are is just what we believe.”
I tell this to my lunch hour glass of
water. The whole lunch consists only
transparent liquid and opaque grief. . . .
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November 17, 2009 08:45 PM EST --
Hemlock for a drink : dinner for one
He knew what I was serving.
The nothing in his expression
could be called as calmness.
He drunk the hemlock as night fell.
I never . . .
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November 19, 2009 08:31 PM EST --
Neighborhood
She could have been living in the center of earth
emitted just this moment without a care for
the twenty years passed in between. A teenaged love . . .
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