Tag: kushal poddar
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November 04, 2009 08:39 PM EST --
postmen
never retire;
their subconsciouses carry
moments whispered on blank pages,
timeless.
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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.
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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October 26, 2009 09:33 PM EDT --
concert of consciousness (Concert-I)
Dream has its own reality
in a concert. Slowly it
pries open the mind and time
with nature’s tools, bare . . .
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October 03, 2009 07:52 AM EDT --
Hearing a festival
The promotional colored handbills
are in a fancy flight of freedom.
Roads cheer; wind blows; children dance, couples.
These are the special . . .
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October 11, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
the last will and testament
A renewal clause, pen's cap opened,
spectacles rest on a document
of life, of seasons, of autumn, of snows.
Autumn twits on; the hidden . . .
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October 12, 2009 09:35 PM EDT --
Noiseless Sunday
A glow bug flew onto the tip of my finger;
flaming stories of the briny days burned and burned.
The woman we share in our life turned a page of
‘A death in the family’; . . .
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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
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October 15, 2009 09:43 PM EDT --
gifts of this season
Gifts are still wrapped under a tree
on an island amidst a river
flowing through our house. A trite bridge
quivers; strong wind this . . .
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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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October 04, 2009 09:45 PM EDT --
calendar for my friend
Numbered are the days.
Bring the new calendar.
A bash is going to be
organized at home.
Is it your home or mine?
Does . . .
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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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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 24, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The train er
A power mushrooms in my muscles,
taut, alert; the ears honing to hear
an unseen, non existent whistle.
Small oranges are lying on grass
if you can imagine . . .
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March 25, 2009 10:34 PM EDT --
Divine Dance
(To Bhawana's picture..
<a href="http://www.gather.com/viewImage.jsp?fileId=3096224745594457&nav=Namespace"> dance with shadows
) . . .
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April 06, 2009 10:43 PM EDT --
Waiting story from another angle
: How long have you been waiting?
He has been here so long that
he can read the tongue of the shadows
of the window panes fallen on the . . .
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April 12, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
Ol’ pal
A curvy creek with hovering trees.
Heavy and greasy water and small rapids.
The stream belongs to four boys fishing.
The breeze is deciphering silence.
A sandy . . .
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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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