Tag: kushal poddar
group name: bibliophoenix
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November 05, 2009 08:40 PM EST --
A letter from anyone
A letter has been thrown from the window
of a white girls’ school-bus to no one
in particular and the glory
belongs to all the boys. The letter . . .
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July 26, 2009 10:18 AM EDT --
forgetting history
(To Richard Lynn Livesay)
We have measured the river and the flood
by the rise and fall of the moon’s lonely
empire each night. When the high tide . . .
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November 17, 2008 06:46 AM EST --
Moon for a girl
Passionate moon is reducing
to a pale disk, deep down the dim
tunnel of night. "Don't go." Still moon
peters out. A pitcher-glass, full
with potent . . .
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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 06, 2009 10:43 PM EDT --
Waiting story from another angle
: How long have you been waiting?
He has been here so long that
he can read the tongue of the shadows
of the window panes fallen on the . . .
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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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May 09, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
So rcer ess
Touch of moss on the terrace is different, ask the cat.
It will tell you that and other stories, facts- if you hark.
Of course you are just the aged sorceress; . . .
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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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December 11, 2008 09:56 PM EST --
T he S pirit of red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
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January 05, 2009 09:55 PM EST --
The rabbit's grave
Remember the tree, belonged to you,
grown with fussy care and given a name?
look, the wintry cage of its branches
is seeking the answer why you have left! . . .
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January 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
Kill: a story of civilization
Neon is playing with the shadows in
the street. Chasing them, making them scattered
till dawn. Till dawn, the man hunts for his prey.
Nights have made his . . .
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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 07, 2009 09:45 PM EST --
Court’s annals
She crosses her legs, shifts weights.
The child can pick anything to play.
There is no try from the lady
to stop the little one messing . . .
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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 27, 2009 09:50 PM EDT --
T h o r n s
The man wakes up, waking up hurts.
“Where are my thorns?” He whispers.
The spot of blood provides evidence
to the thorns’ burning existence. . . .
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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 06, 2009 10:05 PM EDT --
Another s ummer changes
Charming fallacies of youth
are gleaming on the home ground;
touching the bases, the basics.
The gardener with crumbled skin
. . .
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May 07, 2009 10:03 PM EDT --
Escape
A sun reluctant to show itself
makes his escape easy and hard too.
The first few words of freedom he speaks
are to the bird with black and white feathers. . . .
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