Tag: verse
member name: Kushal Poddar
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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 19, 2009 07:58 PM EST --
Fragile messages
A desolate window ablaze with
twenty red lights is all this home has.
Still path slips away; body gives away;
you return to a forlorn Christmas. . . .
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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 15, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
A conversation with a historian, Richard
You cannot argue
with a man of history
about past.
Hence I brew
a cup of coffee
for him
and engrave
an arrow like
the Sumerians’ . . .
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December 16, 2009 07:55 PM EST --
cremation pier
A white symbol, the river is reflected
on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds
over to the other side as we bury
our corpses. . . .
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December 18, 2009 07:52 PM EST --
(Both the poems are inspired by Dawn Kilby)
Mystic radiations
If thoughts have radiations,
mass, weight, other physical
traces, facts, evidences
they would have pulled . . .
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December 11, 2009 07:46 PM EST --
A death in our family
The wounds received, the wounds inflicted
hardly matter. Ash is in the air.
Rust of the season drops out, a leaf.
River in the . . .
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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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November 28, 2009 09:31 PM EST --
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Estate of dust
It must be trying to reveal this
you have revealed through your Spartan room!
For instance I can see your never
having owned a thing . . .
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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 12, 2009 07:57 PM EST --
Edge slips away
Madly, sun grabs the edge of the roof.
The edge slips away. Roofs after roofs
doused in red, witness a death. Comes the dusk;
the dusk comes . . .
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December 17, 2009 07:54 PM EST --
Columns I
The white columns sweat the way I do
though it is arid winter, weak sun.
Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea
wakes up on our palm. At any rate,
the waves obliterate . . .
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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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November 03, 2009 08:55 PM EST --
To one who hates criticism
The only performance beyond
any offer of betterment
lies there in peace. Quiet dead.
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar . . .
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May 06, 2009 10:05 PM EDT --
Another s ummer changes
Charming fallacies of youth
are gleaming on the home ground;
touching the bases, the basics.
The gardener with crumbled skin
. . .
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May 09, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
So rcer ess
Touch of moss on the terrace is different, ask the cat.
It will tell you that and other stories, facts- if you hark.
Of course you are just the aged sorceress; . . .
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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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September 29, 2009 07:07 AM EDT --
Of silence and revelry
The emerald convoy of hedges, leaves;
those tired homecomings are blessed. Pebbles
carry one step at a time; drained steps.
The door creaks. . . .
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