Tag: poddar poetic place
group name: passionatepoetry
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May 14, 2008 12:13 PM EDT --
Aftermath of an accident
The down and drawn men, how was it to be
That close to death? The snub of light through it,
The bitter dark water's fatal embrace . . .
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May 15, 2008 11:08 AM EDT --
Bedroom
The world has sent him early to his bed
The doors kept ajar partly disclose truths..
A world apart, ages apart, half known.
The night of difference that will crawl in
His . . .
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May 16, 2008 10:08 AM EDT --
Deliverance
The shadow of the winged creature
Upon the arid-gold meadows...
The shades of the trees have shortened,
The high-lighted flowers on earth
Uplift their faces asking . . .
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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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May 26, 2008 12:54 PM EDT --
Words of a sea
Words of a sea spoken in close whispers
It is an avid proponent of sky.
I wish I could lift my face to sky, blue.
Instead I decide to watch the death-pain
. . .
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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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October 30, 2008 02:07 AM EDT --
Flying
She picks up her fatigue in couch.
Yah. Tomorrow shall always come...
Wings are cut. Still it can fly
amid nights of dreamful universe.
Like a comet, a shooting . . .
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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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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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May 21, 2008 08:34 AM EDT --
I like it blended
The sweat and the market.
Life on the village is stirring.
The beggar and the thief
Half heartedly handing over
Their loots to the leader.
The vendor . . .
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May 29, 2008 08:28 AM EDT --
Stalker
A hand reaches me everywhere.
However more elusive, I become.
The shadow . . .
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May 30, 2008 08:39 AM EDT --
A story turned into a poetry
Like spiders they weave a web. The incidents.
The spring on your garden and the girl who
Lives on selling flesh are meeting somewhere
At some point, . . .
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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 . . .
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October 07, 2008 02:39 AM EDT --
Kiss
( inspired by Rabi Khan 's painting)
[A kiss is a kiss
is a kiss
is a kiss is a kiss]
She thinks while moving her lips
for this thousandth time.
A sun is melting into . . .
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November 16, 2008 08:54 AM EST --
Alison's Ali e n Cat
A blue room with shadows hovering over
in a conspiracy mellows itself in
this Sunday morning. The feline do not like . . .
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November 29, 2008 04:49 AM EST --
Darjeeling u nlimited
Gradually the Darjeeling unfurls itself.
The weak sun like a tuberculosis patient
comes out of the cloud of sanatorium.
The piazza is broadening with tourists, . . .
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October 16, 2008 07:10 AM EDT --
Carving s on an ancient cave
A feather is amid a spinning fall.
Sky wears blue kimono for the occasion.
She touches the carvings
he had made
three thousand years ago,
for her. . . .
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September 26, 2008 07:26 AM EDT --
Blue waves
A burst of blue,
young fingers
sticky with pink
cotton candy...
Pa has taken
her to sea side.
Her first picnic
after, you know
that happening,
Pa has said . . .
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October 30, 2008 11:47 PM EDT --
The flight of the phoenix
(the part-1, beginning)
The fusions of sounds roam to and fro
upon the pavilion of people
this is the station
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November 12, 2008 07:47 AM EST --
Heliotrope
The liquid heliotrope strews the sphere,
spreads, inflates from this corner to that corner.
The fingers can touch it almost; they become
smeared with the color . . .
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