Tag: poddar kushal
group name: theromantics
|
January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
more
|
|
January 21, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Travel with Streaker
( to Streaker)
Streaker wants me to be led somewhere.
Someplace she wants me to see together.
Streaker’s graceful body whistles, speeds past;
on . . .
more
|
|
March 01, 2009 09:50 PM EST --
A dot of blood
(To women-IV)
A wooden door with a nasty nail
hiding at the darker side.
A little prick, a dot on her skin
a red tattoo, tiny one.
She puts the finger . . .
more
|
|
March 04, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Voices
(TO THE WOMEN- VI)
Is he again into some sort of mess?
With his cell phone put to sleep it can be.
Her deep fears swarm like hungry fleas.
She remembers . . .
more
|
|
March 08, 2009 10:40 PM EDT --
selfish
In your hearth a slow fire is burning.
She sits there like a starving man
with a hollow face looking at it.
“Storm will soon subside,” you have remarked
and let . . .
more
|
|
December 05, 2008 10:01 PM EST --
Prism
He stoops and picks up his diamond.
A piece of broken prism, some may say.
It has been on the dirt.
He looks up
albeit there is no chandelier to be seen.
The place . . .
more
|
|
January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
more
|
|
January 24, 2009 09:32 PM EST --
Cuts both ways
His fingers roam all over.
The points are rising,
seeking more pleasure.
She can whisper
those naughty sweet words
she cannot utter otherwise.
She takes . . .
more
|
|
February 24, 2009 09:41 PM EST --
Ev idence
I live inside a dead watch,
still and fixed in a perpetual moment
when the small killing bullet
inserted through the glass, shattered it and stuck.
The lifeless . . .
more
|
|
January 09, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
A collage
"Open the window."
"You may catch something."
There descends a bird on the sill
chirping about a colored tale,-
the sick mom . . .
more
|
|
February 22, 2009 09:40 PM EST --
Illusion
She unwraps illusion under this year’s Christmas tree.
A bit of sleep is hanging still, from her glassy eyes.
Sounds around the house have adopted the zen belief;
the nothingness . . .
more
|
|
February 28, 2009 09:46 PM EST --
Un perturbed
(To women III)
Lately so many deceased have come to the present tense
he fumbles to separate times often.
She smiles at him in the way she used to in past.
. . .
more
|
|
March 10, 2009 06:56 AM EDT --
H oli - T he c o l o r festival
We two collide, like two points of parallel line
meeting at the eternity.
We explode; blast; blow up; transform . . .
more
|
|
April 15, 2009 09:37 PM EDT --
a face off with life
(To Roger)
Have you shared fire with him, a vagabond
who does not talk of his hidden callous pains
because he stutters? As a tiny earthling . . .
more
|
|
October 08, 2008 11:43 PM EDT --
Long
A touch sometimes crosses a long distance.
Touching the marble, she feels it again.
It is like a field of enormity
rests in between. A cold paddy field that rests
after its prime . . .
more
|
|
November 15, 2008 05:54 AM EST --
The Flaming deck
A pack of flaming cards scatters in the dark sky.
The knights, the king, the bewildered queen, the jack
with their overdeveloped gestures
dramatic eyes . . .
more
|
|
January 08, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
W i nd street jou rna l
It is a wind street petering out
in the mystic river of Ganges.
Howling, gushing, playfully scary
blows of winds are embracing each other, . . .
more
|
|
January 12, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Hibiscus
(to Kimberly Ripley, whose winter bloom inspired me )
A cat runs through the yard,
she picks up her knitting from
where she has left it
before . . .
more
|
|
March 05, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Café
(TO THE WOMEN- VII)
She dusts his coat; whispers in his ears;
“You are special tonight.” Whispers roam like subtle essence.
He does not feel her fingers, her presence. . . .
more
|
|
August 30, 2008 08:59 AM EDT --
Raindrops and ho w ls
A sky full of dearth of something unknown
is pouring out. A gush of moist wind is
in a whimsical walk. Have you ever
shaped raindrops into a face? A long . . .
more
|
|
|
|
