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 guts.

Hence I am the one,

the curious cat

he has seen amid

the poodle of blood.

And he has the sense

not to follow

the assassin’s track.

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Two way radio

A two way radio was the gift

on his tenth birth anniversary

and he just wanted to run away

through radio’s cracking messages,

through breaking connections, through ether.

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His radio set caught his mate’s voice,

“Meet me at the garden at eight.”

He did. It was his secret, hushed,

innocent and no more secret

than the collection pebbles

he valued and loved to pretend

as diamonds. The pretenses were endless.

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Still he pretends sometimes of someone,

a special friend, to whom he whispers

now and then through an invisible

set of radio….

Nobody knows.   

© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar