Tag: muse
group name: theromantics
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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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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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May 17, 2009 10:12 PM EDT --
poet II
( To John F W )
True picture whispers,
A maestro's pen scurries on,
Drops of ink on sand.
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A telephone rings,
Instrument rings like a . . .
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June 15, 2009 10:10 PM EDT --
Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s . . .
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June 24, 2009 07:28 AM EDT --
I couldn’t let me die
The edge of the cornice is a call I cannot avoid;
the torrents of sounds, vague and uncommunicating,
are encircling myself; the edge of . . .
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July 02, 2009 10:07 PM EDT --
Oyster days (WWE)
Can she remember her days
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city
where her painted . . .
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