Tag: muse
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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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September 21, 2009 06:57 AM EDT --
what lies beneath
Permafrost reveals; she, on this Sunday morning
over a marmalade on toast, sheds her pelt.
The pelt is brilliant with spots of pink care
and white peace on a blue dream . . .
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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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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 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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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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June 28, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
. . .
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July 14, 2009 08:26 AM EDT --
Sense and sensibility
Sense is a feeling
albeit lacking it
has been plaguing me
through this life, my life.
Ha! Irony is
I can always feel it.
I can feel others
but can’t . . .
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February 02, 2009 07:25 AM EST --
jour nal-I
Island I am. On me a single tree
has sprawled the shadowy canopy.
The roots of it seeks moisture deep within
and is thwarted by stones island carry
like stones are . . .
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February 26, 2009 10:13 PM EST --
Middle class dreams- II
( To the women, to Alison )
“How do you feel, having a job after all these years?”
She may have answered that it feels like facing a sea;
standing in front . . .
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March 02, 2009 09:47 PM EST --
Another day with rain
The sky has been falling down
since last Monday.
He brings the glass ashtray
kept on the porch.
It is sparkling, bathed, fresh.
“No cigarette.”
He promises . . .
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March 11, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
The five minutes in a killed lift
The soft buzz is killed all of a sudden.
The world flickers, blinks as the lights die and born.
You can listen to millions of words
the . . .
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March 23, 2009 10:44 PM EDT --
V ir us o n t he m achi ne
The effluence of virus through the receiver
enters into her computer, spreads, floods, reigns.
The object, - immobile, . . .
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April 01, 2009 10:30 PM EDT --
R etir ed
She almost has said, “You are retired, remember?”
The old man of course cannot read her mind
nor he can draw lines; forgetting the affair
that last month . . .
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April 19, 2009 02:10 AM EDT --
Future under a moon
Slow moon is sitting over the roof of the temple.
Cinder trees in the ash sky and the traveling bike…
He comes to this fairy tale, these winter twilights . . .
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