Tag: poddar poetic place
group name: theromantics
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January 07, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
Behind the door
The unanswered questions behind the closed doors
make sound at night.
The sounds of pathos and pain long restrained
unchain themselves
and crush against . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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May 25, 2009 06:01 AM EDT --
Kitchen and sundial
( To Alison and the surreal circus-IV )
Reeling in, rolling in the scene, words, smells, senses
she looks at, what seems like misguided tour of ruins; . . .
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June 02, 2009 06:38 AM EDT --
Calendar
A few more steps towards back
where he came from
where still a delicate hand is
waiting untouched
because he had not been wise in the past.
He smiled at the calendar. . . .
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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 . . .
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April 25, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
Twenty odd years
Small palms are puffy, pink
they clap together
as if involuntarily.
Laughter peels the hard world,
the city, the traffic…
it knows . . .
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September 02, 2008 09:58 AM EDT --
On the spot of the blast
She cannot cry. Inside her head still a little
girl is playing with her. Keeps on playing.
She cannot feel the warmth of blood or the
dirty red of it oozing . . .
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June 06, 2009 01:35 AM EDT --
Snake on the beach
( Bared Beach-III nad To the Surreal Circus )
You have gasped, almost screamed and scurried away,
like the crabs; of course, you are unaware . . .
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June 25, 2009 07:00 AM EDT --
The month of June, un exploded
The month of June is the month both of them had expired.
I must admit, it happened in two different years;
one long, long before my birth, the other when . . .
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July 13, 2008 08:37 AM EDT --
A blank call
This road ends in another and she knows
that will somehow amalgamate into
the one now he lives. Sky conjures raindrops.
Hate is what she feels at times. Then again . . .
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September 04, 2008 08:19 AM EDT --
Travel
His class teacher.
Is he asking
a question?
Just then
he has been
traveling the world
and the world beyond
carried away by
the chirping of an
. . .
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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 . . .
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February 18, 2009 09:27 PM EST --
Inside a T.V.
She crosses the hurdle, the gateway;
steps inside the world within the screen,
the inside universe of a T.V. set
where blurred noises are snarling behind
the cage . . .
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February 19, 2009 09:49 PM EST --
Wi th C h a o s T h e r e i s n o t h e ory
A fistful of anarchy
enters in his dome of silence; . . .
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May 02, 2009 09:57 PM EDT --
in a flight
She picks up a book to forget that she is flying.
A cluster of clouds passes the window hole.
It is being sent to pour rain on the town
she has . . .
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April 30, 2009 09:52 PM EDT --
Two wise men
( To Robert on his birthdeay)
I exclaim, “It is blood.”
Robert does not believe in bleeding
or death;
hence, we continue to stir
. . .
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May 15, 2009 10:08 PM EDT --
Travel stories
Like the crow on the front porch
crying for rain all summer long
and when the drops begin, curses,
by then the feathers are all drenched;
the travel . . .
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July 12, 2008 03:10 AM EDT --
Pill s
Sounds of a crow, incessant rippling through the wind
Let her know how much more loneliness can there be.
She picks up the knitting and stumbles at the door
Of memory, . . .
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December 04, 2008 10:19 PM EST --
TRAIN
Green and white spreads through
the cornea, pupil,
lens, retina and nerves.
Green grabs our feet.
Our body is swathed by white autumn
flowers, kash . White.
We can . . .
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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, . . .
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