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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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 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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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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October 28, 2009 09:38 PM EDT --
haiku
two boys ride
a broken car
sun sets at the junkyard
= © 2009- C opyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission) . . .
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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 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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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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