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Kushal Poddar

Of War And Summer


The dysfunctional wake up birds

caw at twelve, one, four, five. Again.

Again. Early we board our windows

against the summer. Planked panes, sirens 

befouling time, o the oldest one

here amongst us, do you recall

the war you survived? Our bodies

seek the solace of trench, cold of those killed.

Sleeping with eyes opened. Working

with eyes closed. There buzzes a gnat.

Tired bodies. Passing on hush.

Once, one smothered a word for far 

too long, found it dead. The birds call

again. What time is it? Which place?

who am I? The oldest one? 

The youngest one in this old age home?

Rocking To The Cold


I crave to have you
on my lap, say 
Let's rock, and rock
the chair until, 
we tilt and fall.
I imagine 
our laughter.

Perhaps you will
not laugh, yell, Only
you can do such
a reckless deed.

Perhaps you will 
think it a ploy
to restrain you
before your 
assignment in
another city.

I still want to have
you on my lap
and rock a chair
filled with cold.


Born  in a warm corner  of India Kushal Poddar (1977- ) is widely published in several 

countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women, Penn 

International MK etc.  and featured in various radio programs in Canada and the USA. He has collaborated with photographers for an exhibition in Venice and with performers for several  audio publications.


He is presently living in Calcutta, writing poetry, fiction, and sketching for an art-poem book.  He authored, The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio) and A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publications, Colorado Springs). His forthcoming book is Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse.


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