Tag: kushal poddar
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April 09, 2009 09:02 AM EDT --
What is the number one thing that puts you in a good mood? Good books to read .
What is your biggest pet peeve? Liars, those who cannot covert it into an art
What foods put you . . .
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July 16, 2009 08:53 AM EDT --
T id e black
By the night they haul the black canisters,
surreptitiously, stealthily they move
midst a moonless night with rabid dogs barking.
They say take care. “Take . . .
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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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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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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 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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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 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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November 23, 2008 12:11 AM EST --
Everything returns
"Returns are welcome"
is written over the sealed envelope
of his life. His first pet,
which came from near-death
and with his help,
became . . .
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December 11, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
T he S pirit of red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
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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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January 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
Kill: a story of civilization
Neon is playing with the shadows in
the street. Chasing them, making them scattered
till dawn. Till dawn, the man hunts for his prey.
Nights have made his . . .
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