tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23455218538815914592024-02-07T17:33:29.387-08:00Life OrdinaireAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-52149848018127357392013-04-06T21:18:00.000-07:002013-04-06T21:24:30.805-07:00Three Poems Read By Hank Beukema<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Here is Hank reading my poems</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large; line-height: 16px;">I feel he liberated the souls of those poems from the cage of words.</span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-51727841407125886632012-12-28T20:55:00.001-08:002012-12-28T20:55:56.191-08:00DEAD SNAKES: Kushal Poddar- A Poem<a href="http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2012/12/kushal-poddar-poem.html?spref=bl">DEAD SNAKES: Kushal Poddar- A Poem</a>: Agreeing To Anything Today More tomorrows from one who served leftovers lifelong- happy New Year aunt sunshine. We passed the ol...<br />
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All Rights Reserved-Kushal PoddarAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-66646929508632171852012-12-10T06:04:00.001-08:002012-12-10T06:24:17.109-08:00December, 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The city lost one eye.</div>
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Those who have no sight</div>
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A <st1:city w:st="on">Dickinson</st1:city>
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Two students disrobe a phrase. </div>
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They hold its vowels in their teeth.</div>
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To vowel to vowel and to the consonants- </div>
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a moth on its last journey, </div>
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unloved and loving the winter’s fire.</div>
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I touch the road with my subway feet.</div>
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My underfoot fleshes throb, </div>
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and my eyes bob inside their caves- </div>
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some see a hummingbird, </div>
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some hear it beside the noise of a long river. </div>
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A <st1:place w:st="on">Dickinson</st1:place>
evening.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-50776145133287503112012-10-12T17:41:00.002-07:002012-10-12T17:42:35.533-07:00The Interview<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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First let me thank Dupur Mitra for his monumental effort for
poetry and this excellent interview. I think a poet's answer to these questions
can be interchangeable. One answer can satisfy the other.</div>
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Having said this:</div>
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This morning a stranger from his seat next to mine in a
public bus pointed out toward the sky, Does not the blue look like a child in a
cradle?</div>
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This is the role of poetry in our society. A tool to capture
the vast beyond within the canvas of personal experience. To limit the
limitless so our thirst and longing for it remains unquenched.</div>
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Every element, even the smallest unit, of a society has
poetry in it. The same exists silently. This very co passenger may return to
his adobe and never acknowledge being in or around poetry. He may deny it,
sneer at those who are labeled as poets.</div>
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One may quote Ted Kooser unofficially-</div>
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<b><u>Selecting A Reader<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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First, I would have her be beautiful,<br />
and walking carefully up on my poetry<br />
at the loneliest moment of an afternoon,<br />
her hair still damp at the neck<br />
from washing it. She should be wearing<br />
a raincoat, an old one, dirty<br />
from not having money enough for the cleaners.<br />
She will take out her glasses, and there<br />
in the bookstore, she will thumb<br />
over my poems, then put the book back<br />
up on its shelf. She will say to herself,<br />
"For that kind of money, I can get<br />
my raincoat cleaned." And she will. ”</div>
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Indeed. But here we are in a society where political leaders
want to write poems so the people may take them as thinking people. Here we are
in company of some of the wealthiest people who surreptitiously hire writers to
ghostwrite for them. Does this mean the very existence of poetry is like
jewelries, decorative and useless? </div>
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In his Nobel lecture Italian poet Salvatore Quasimodo said, “The
politician wants men to know how to die courageously<span style="background-color: white; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;"> </span>the poet wants
men to live courageously…” </div>
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Poetry is like a dim light seen after a long journey. We
know it means we are near some shelter. It means food. Repose. We may believe
in them or throw stones at their practitioners but we cannot ignore what it is.
It means various other things. It means we have a window. Even knowing there is
a window at hand is near as good as looking at the garden outside.</div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">Who are your major influences as a poet?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A:</div>
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Before long I was at the crossroad of camps. How do you like
Robert Lax or Bukowski and Piero, Hall, Kenyon or Hirsch? I drank them all.
Together. </div>
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I pursued Ryan to Rich, Byron to Bly, Pavlova to Simic. As
random as this.</div>
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The internet opened more options. I met in a Franz Wright distant
close way. Arne Torneck, Chris Madoch, Chris Nelles, Marilyn Basel, Aad De Gid,
Shaine Parker, Gail Wolper, Loring Wirbel, Alicia Winsky, Elazar Larry Freifeld
and Lois Michal Unger Freifeld. I meet someone amazing everyday. They all
influence me, rather mutate me, in a minute way.</div>
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Then there is the music an insect makes on my keyboard. The
three legged dog stares at a baby on four. Poetries make themselves. I become a
medium.</div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">What does being a poet mean to you?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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A:</div>
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Someone close enough to hurt asked the same question. She
had an answer herself. Is not writing poetry womanish? She added. </div>
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Later I wrote-</div>
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At night I felt the milk.</div>
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Its congestion swelled my chest.</div>
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And I wanted to feed the entire university.</div>
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This is what poets are. What I am. We all supply something
fluid and white to the society. We make them from our own blood.</div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">What is poetry?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Poetry, as I see it, is the unquenched thirst, life long
longing to grasp the vast beyond and quantify it within the personal
experiences.</div>
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It is the long evening you had one morning. The sound on
your window when you see midafternoon lawn through it. </div>
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The more we define it in our terms it ignores our parlance.
Like God it smiles at every attempt to reach its core.</div>
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<span style="background: white; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;">What are your observations about trending of world poetry?</span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 10.0pt;"><br />
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We love groups. We make them. Become frustrated in them.
Break them and make some more. Trends are the experiments with the same truth. Can
we categorize one poem and say he belongs in that box, only there; he had
nothing to do with the others? If we imagine William Carlos William being an Imagist
had nothing to do with the Pre-Imagism and Harlem Renaissance, we will be
wrong.</div>
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For a long time expansive poetry influenced me. I needed to
get over it. I wrote impressionist and objectivist short poems. It does not mean
one box contains my entire efforts. </div>
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For example Gail Wolper’s writings are often reticent,
minimalist. In a recent poem she wrote rather expansively: </div>
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“My family was tall and thin.</div>
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For toys they gave me bones</div>
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from which I removed cartilage</div>
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and made towers.</div>
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Mornings it was grey.</div>
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but then the mists would lift</div>
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revealing river streams</div>
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and friendly birds.</div>
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My brother, he was late</div>
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returning from the Hunt</div>
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yet finally he appeared</div>
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with buffalo, and a wife.</div>
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The meat was in the pot</div>
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and everybody danced.</div>
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I wore a dress from skin</div>
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while someone chanted.</div>
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The storyteller smiled</div>
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he'd seen it all before</div>
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My skirt fluttered in wind</div>
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as older boys beckoned...”</div>
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<b><span style="background: white; color: #1c2a47; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 8.0pt;">From My First Incarnation on Earth<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>
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This reminds us of an interesting comment of David Orr on The
Voice at 3:00 A.M by Charles Simic <i>“though
many of the new poems here are interesting, almost all of them could easily
have appeared 20 years ago.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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We move from one compartment to another and the train of
conscience moves ever onward.</div>
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Any movement is a progression. Perhaps a poetry movement may
open some avenues to involve more people outside the ones already are.</div>
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We need to connect those scattered poetries the non poets
make, even if this necessitates de-framing this form of art. We need to see if
the readers want to read it on a summer day of surprise rain or during a short
break on a busy workday, why someone would read Billy Collins over Bernstein,
or the other way round.</div>
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It is still breathless from its newfound freedom through
net, still grasping the limitless, multicultural, multilingual sky.</div>
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On the other hand it is nice to observe how well the already
established streams are accepting the newer generations, how slowly the
publishing houses parting their thighs.</div>
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In the last decade the orientation of poetry has moved from
mere narrative recollection of a memory or abstract representation of emotion.
It is the time itself. In an essay Tony Hoagland observed the same:<br />
”<i>Systematic development is out;
obliquity, fracture, and discontinuity are in. Especially among young poets,
there is a widespread mistrust of narrative forms and, in fact, a pervasive
sense of the inadequacy or exhaustion of all modes other than the associative.”<o:p></o:p></i></div>
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The same has its reflection on life at large. The recent
political and economic movements around the world assure us we share the same
amount of void or dissatisfaction. </div>
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There is something beyond the following list:</div>
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my pillow<br />
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my shirt<br />
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my house<br />
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my supper<br />
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my tooth<br />
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my money<br />
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my kite<br />
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my job<br />
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my bagel<br />
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my spatula<br />
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my blanket<br />
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my arm<br />
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my painting</div>
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-From My/My/My<br />
by Charles Bernstein</div>
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There is a mass feeling that <em>the wood could not be drier
than the cured resentments (From</em><em><span style="font-style: normal; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"> Chris Nelles, </span></em><a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/chris-nelles/the-steel-could-not-be-colder/10151044993782291"><b><span style="background: white; color: #3b5998; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 6.5pt;">the
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Poetry is a vastly unacknowledged way to cure this.</div>
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The above answer should satisfy this question.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-13683629821065351362012-09-19T17:53:00.001-07:002012-09-19T17:53:58.475-07:00Franz<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Between the aperitifs she asks-</div>
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Do you really know Franz?</div>
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No.</div>
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What is he like?</div>
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Franzy.</div>
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I look outside.</div>
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A righteous white line moves straight.</div>
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Moves up. Moves down.</div>
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Moves back until it forms a landscape.</div>
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The small dots of bird returning in a wrong time,</div>
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a fox making that short noise really long.</div>
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A small ice plough unzipping the land's behind.</div>
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The flesh smells of dead grass.</div>
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Life is Franz, I say</div>
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about a man I do not know well.</div>
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<strong>©All Rights Reserved By Kushal Poddar, 2012, Sept, 2012</strong></div>
<br class="Apple-interchange-newline" />All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-64570311710135797872012-08-22T17:47:00.001-07:002012-08-22T17:47:46.788-07:00Child On Our Palms<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u>Child<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The infant we carried on our palms<br />
down the long road<br />
toward the beach <br />
still throbbed from death’s recent visit.<br />
<br />
Bliss, we whispered.<br />
Bliss, we imagined him answer.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar written on 19<sup>th</sup> August, 2012<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-37600346864039006722012-08-06T17:28:00.002-07:002012-08-06T17:28:11.463-07:00Bathing with you and my shadow<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Bathing with you
and my shadow<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I write </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<i>The purity of water
lies in its concept</i> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
with an erotic finger </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
on the bathroom mirror.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ignore its cracked corner.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bring your body of water.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Adopt my shape.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In a proper bath you change your form, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
cleanse your mind. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The body </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
stands in the way.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A bathroom is the eventual chamber </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
one brings only his chosen mate. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In my case the shadow. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The tired shadow dragged from one wall to another. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Midway it escaped. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I caught it on the water-resistant door. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You grasp my shadow while staring at me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The water drops from everything.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar written on 6<sup>th</sup> August, 2012<o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-90064116642588310482012-08-01T17:12:00.001-07:002012-08-01T17:12:47.445-07:00The Day After The Darkness<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>The Day After The
Darkness <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The day after </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the darkness fell</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
we turned the fluorescent Tibetan wall hanging of Yamantaka.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The bird on the shutter brought river in its beak.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The stream is a straw now.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A golden thread from the morning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One or two broken windows yawn for the storefronts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You can follow the blood stains, find the missing goods.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We know better</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
which amounts to nothing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We open the paper and read about
the shifting power.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The wind lifts the corner of the
tanka.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It can but does not dare to raise
it all, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
find the illumination only back of
the light can bring out.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar written on 1<sup>st</sup> August, 2012</span><o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-78822295069051122122012-07-27T17:37:00.002-07:002012-07-27T17:37:30.280-07:00Writing A Diary<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Her Writing
Exercises <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She makes some sentences<br />
stand apart</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and march toward a period.<br />
They wonder what may follow.<br />
<br />
The bell rings.<br />
She leaves the diary, <br />
opens the door <br />
and welcomes the man </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
who drops his skin on her bed.<br />
<br />
Those lines still stand in a piazza.<br />
They dread a firing squad, <br />
dream about a surprise decoration.<br />
They wait. Wait. Wait for the deliverance.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar written on 27<sup>th</sup> 2012 July</span> <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-32966678558174484252012-07-18T17:31:00.000-07:002012-07-18T17:31:00.591-07:00On This Subject<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>On This Subject<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The clouds’ profligate promises fall apart.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Stand under the sunbeam and say </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
something on the subject of beauty </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
or hold your tongue forever.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 18<sup>th</sup> July <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-12610958883679150362012-07-16T17:21:00.001-07:002012-07-16T17:21:20.617-07:00Turning Blind<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Turning Blind<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A blind corner. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Some red splash lines run on the walls. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Two cornered cats look away </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
from their salivating growling predators. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They search for the third cat. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They had a pact of dying together. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We make a pact.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No mention of this to you.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We even hide finding the third cat on our cornice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Its back still bent, hair spiked, nipples hard.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The woman from the third floor, last house, this lane, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
throws a packet of dead flowers. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It blasts midair. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The petals coat the corpses. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We swear we shall keep this from you.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 15<sup>th</sup> July <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-62768573837288286362012-07-13T17:17:00.002-07:002012-07-13T17:23:36.344-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody"><b><br /></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody"><b>The
Squirrels <o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">Afternoon. A squirrel feigns death
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">for some hunter. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">Distance means less and less. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">Unveiling a deception not so much.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">How we have summer all over us,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">The squirrels conning the predators,
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">bees tapping the glasses before the
buzz begins,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">my taxidermist brother has a
wonderful smell in his hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">He says it comes from the chemicals <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">and what he puts inside the skins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">What do you stuff inside the summer?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">Some squirrels, bees, flowers,
glass, predators.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">The summer stands on a wooden platform.
<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody">Puts up a show on the future's
living room.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span class="commentbody"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 8pt;">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 29<sup>th</sup> June, 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-66725579124196547142012-07-11T17:45:00.002-07:002012-07-11T17:45:39.850-07:00Down Down Down<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Slipping Down<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You pushed the doorframe yesterday, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
blamed them on shrinking the entry.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You try to grab them as you fall.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Today, an uncertain day for any stability.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Your hand slips down, body falls into a heap.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
You see it. A pile of circles and creases.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If one can imagine an island in clouds, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
he can see it here as well.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Your head, an eye in the island, watches the sky for help.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The doorframe shot up the way ancestors’ dreamt they would.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 11<sup>th</sup> July 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-79290447937521567202012-07-10T17:36:00.001-07:002012-07-10T17:36:03.458-07:00Abandoned<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>Abandoned <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The baseball bat climbs</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
cling-cling-cling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A bottle rolls its emptiness</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
on the floor.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An overload flickers the light.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On the roof your lover waits </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
amongst the lint and paper, dust and dead pigeons. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They share the same mystery. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 8<sup>th</sup> July 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-3190115080082990942012-07-07T17:23:00.000-07:002012-07-07T17:23:38.397-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>In Exchange Of All
Our Sweetness<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The bottom of my shop issue sack split open. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sugar, some diamonds on the cement, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
and a dog licks it as if I, its God, leased him sweetness.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
True. How we part with our own for a true gift.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
To give sweetness means to accept rancor.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
An old friend arrives through the mall’s door, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
the way only old friends appear on these occasions. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We watch the dog’s eyes and talk about the English teacher.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He sweetened our tongues and lost his toward the end.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8pt;">Á</span><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved by
Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 5<sup>th</sup> July 2012 </span></u></b><br />
<br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-39751112547691705532012-07-06T17:27:00.000-07:002012-07-06T17:27:59.056-07:00The Estate OF Anger<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<div class="MsoNormal">
<b><u>The Estate OF
Anger<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In our house </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
we swap one hot iron from hand to hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Anger, lifelong. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One koi pond, rock garden, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Buddha made of cold stone- </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
during monsoon it turns green.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And we hide our burnt skins, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
place tea with a little ting.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Rain swells the woods, shrinks the space, </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hand to hand we run the anger- </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
hushed</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
as if they have something ruled against.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<b style="background-color: white;"><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b style="background-color: white;"><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 5<sup>th</sup> July 2012 </span></u></b><br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-57828418239174637082012-07-04T17:11:00.002-07:002012-07-06T18:19:44.511-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 8pt;">ll rights are reserved
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<b><u>Choices <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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One loves sunrise and gloaming at once, </div>
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stands in a receptive stance at a chosen spot, </div>
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hands flung open so the birth or the death </div>
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enters into his hollow chest. </div>
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The distance one measures </div>
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with his thumb and his pointer </div>
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can be anything, </div>
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a wintry island or summer on the lawn. </div>
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One embraces everything and discards all </div>
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as if his pious duty insists on partiality, </div>
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taking the side of his mother negating his wife </div>
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or siding his mother for the lean wife, </div>
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choosing a country for charity </div>
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and another for charring.</div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 3<sup>rd</sup> July 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-49765561315135974612012-07-02T17:33:00.001-07:002012-07-02T18:58:00.874-07:00Black Kite<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u>Black Kite<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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A terrible feeling,<o:p></o:p></div>
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I did not make most of the day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The sky so unblemished,<o:p></o:p></div>
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it needs a black kite.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A wire will clip the kite's wings.<o:p></o:p></div>
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One can retrieve it one foot on a ledge.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A terrible feeling,<o:p></o:p></div>
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something must go south.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Or<o:p></o:p></div>
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set a bigger image of the rose.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My secrets plunge down its ovules<o:p></o:p></div>
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moving towards the receptacle.</div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8pt;">Á</span><span style="color: #333300; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 8pt;">ll rights are reserved by
Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 2<sup>nd</sup> July 2012 </span></u></b><br />
All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-55789158030720241302012-06-30T17:31:00.000-07:002012-06-30T17:31:08.735-07:00The Bee<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="commentbody"><b>The
Bee<o:p></o:p></b></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The monitor widens its screen
everyday.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">Another day. Met an American <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">who spilled some pasta on her
keyboard.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">An Italian friend surfaced from the
right corner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">His head touched a green-healing
advertisement<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">and said Hi. Tapped him down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">Closed my eyes, my fist firm around
a bee inside.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 29<sup>th</sup> June, 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<span class="commentbody"><b><u>The
Seminar On Diet <o:p></o:p></u></b></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The enchiridion slips from the
dozing hands.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The instructor clears his throat and
comes to <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">the next issue a man on diet may
face.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">What to eat and how to eat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The pies all free. One can bring a
guest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">Two eat free. What? The girl says,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">I have long day ahead, a short life <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">and these pies taste good.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The brochures make some fine plates.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">The sauce spilled on the paper, <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span class="commentbody">one cannot lick them and remain
unblemished. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: 'Book Antiqua'; font-size: 8pt;">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 28<sup>th</sup> June, 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u>The Gate<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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A burrowing dog
under the gate, <o:p></o:p></div>
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hope the truth in
the other side <o:p></o:p></div>
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will not kill him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I know from
experience.<o:p></o:p></div>
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We must go to the
other side.<o:p></o:p></div>
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To the house we
imagined from its unkempt lawn, <o:p></o:p></div>
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its clothesline.<o:p></o:p></div>
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A sign says, Beware.
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From what? <o:p></o:p></div>
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It remains
unexplained.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The dog has his half
inside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The other half is
happier.<o:p></o:p></div>
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His tail quivers.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Yet we must go
there, to the other side.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 27<sup>th</sup> June, 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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<b><u>Blazing <st1:place w:st="on">Forest</st1:place> Paths <o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">To Julianza and Loring</span><o:p></o:p></i></div>
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We still days afar </div>
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from any good news on the fire.</div>
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Thank you.</div>
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Must stroll down the forest path to post the letters.</div>
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The red oleanders swathe the post office.</div>
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A slit of oblivion waits for the postcards.</div>
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A blazing stag crosses the door.</div>
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It stalls between here and the home, </div>
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its head tilted, eyes burned holes.</div>
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Still days afar.</div>
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Not dead yet, </div>
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we cannot rebirth.</div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #333300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 26<sup>th</sup> June, 2012 <o:p></o:p></span></u></b></div>
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All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-50641643947684183042012-06-25T06:02:00.003-07:002012-06-25T06:02:44.869-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
My New Poem at The Inertia Magazine:<br />
<a href="http://www.inertiamagazine.com/issues/012/poddar.php">inertia magazine issues 012</a><br />
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All Rights Reserved-Kushal Poddar</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01405264746004962843noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2345521853881591459.post-44696476655210417702012-06-23T17:42:00.001-07:002012-06-23T17:42:03.115-07:00Touch Home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<b><u>Touch Home<o:p></o:p></u></b></div>
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Absence feels manly,
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your belief.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Ask,<o:p></o:p></div>
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What happened to
your pet?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Miss<o:p></o:p></div>
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the entire season
two <o:p></o:p></div>
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and <o:p></o:p></div>
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well into the third
episode<o:p></o:p></div>
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you shrug aside the
story.<o:p></o:p></div>
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What? They still
show it!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Then lie in the bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You forgot you lay
there every night<o:p></o:p></div>
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beside her,<o:p></o:p></div>
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absent, mentioning
this and that but your son.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<b><u><span style="color: #993300; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: "Book Antiqua"; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;">Á</span></u></b><b><u><span style="color: #993300; font-family: "Book Antiqua"; font-size: 8.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-hansi-font-family: "Times New Roman";">ll rights are reserved
by Kushal Poddar, 2012 written on 22<sup>nd</sup> June, 2012</span></u></b></div>
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