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54Days in, days out
Days in, days out The smile blends with blood; opens the curtains of the east windows. Dawn? Again? Crumpled bed swears. Yolk color washes her and she cannot be sure if she is happy or on...
3 comments56God, blindfolded
.. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. God, blindfolded Blindfolded, we cross the rails; you know there is a delay in the schedule of the next train, but we do not have that knowledge. Of course...
3 comments54Not being born
Banal secrets… Just another night. He leaves a bagful of snacks, cans of emptiness scattered on the lumpy couch, in front of the tube now broadcasting a series on those...
4 comments37The bend of the creek
Creek The tiny creek is a play stream during summer; she can hike her dress and cross it with grace. Mom is following her chirping fledgling. Soon another little puffy face girl joins, ...
3 comments38adulteress's missing threads
missing threads She looks outside. The pale moonlight has fallen across the tributary, illusory moonshine, like an intimate emission, now that the urgency is gone, meaningless. She looks inside. The...
3 comments49sense and sensibility
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 feel own...
8 comments49the night of the fireworks
Night of fireworks The night of her rape was also of fireworks; fluorescent flowers breeding in the instant sky celebrating the end of a war which hadn’t ended. > She tried to wipe the blood...
3 comments52Hurt and Heart
Heart ----------------------- ------------------------ Those two blank lines were my heart beats, graphically. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar Hurt I want to be the stream...
5 comments51She and her attitude
Treasure of letters The letters need a piece of mind as a food or as a bait to lure them into a track; then they will resemble black ants on the move. > I know this sheet, this white paper in...
5 comments51Lust for Life
OM (for Georgina) Om. Everything is rushing towards the center. The earth, the stars, the time. I am again a single cell that I have been. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal...
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