Tag: writing
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 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 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 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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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 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 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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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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November 10, 2009 08:37 PM EST --
taste of the relatives
The preserves she brought taste akin to
the tongue of flame, green college boys, sweet, sour
and briny. Advises are the same. Lead
a life . . .
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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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November 30, 2009 09:14 PM EST --
Affair with a dead poet
Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor;
dead muse from a century before flips, turns
as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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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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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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November 21, 2008 10:53 PM EST --
Un time ly Sa n ta
Let's play Santa with the backyard children.
It is early fall with ashes and golds.
Touch the heads with hazel hairs, careless
tussle with them, offer sweets . . .
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January 05, 2009 09:55 PM EST --
The rabbit's grave
Remember the tree, belonged to you,
grown with fussy care and given a name?
look, the wintry cage of its branches
is seeking the answer why you have left! . . .
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February 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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February 10, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Sunrise tea stall
I stir the aromatic dream
in a cup of warm Darjeeling.
The friends and foes are all present;
the morning tea stall wants to tear
the masked news reported in . . .
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