Tag: poetry
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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 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 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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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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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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July 22, 2009 06:02 AM EDT --
Years
From one new year to another n e w y e a r she has traveled to find out some of her enduring things are not there; vanished disappeared petered out with the names they have been tagged . . .
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October 14, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
© 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting . . .
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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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December 05, 2009 05:53 AM EST --
Both are dedicated to my brother, Robert
Fraternity
My brother is off to some seashore
with cold water and warm sands. Warmer
something may propose him to . . .
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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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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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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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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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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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February 25, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
In search of Him
“Today you shall find God.”
A voice in dream proclaims.
With the rain of shine he wakes
in the morning, takes a bath.
The voice has made him alert. . . .
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March 18, 2009 07:48 AM EDT --
Peace and sins
His calm fingers touch it
the liquid feels sticky.
Through the hole an universe
can fall or pass, in this case
a simple small piece of bullet
that has entered . . .
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