Poetry

By

Kushal Poddar

Yogurt River

By then you entered

into the second week

of your yogurt diet.

I bent and pressed an ear

against your belly.

Soft. Soft. The Milky Way.

Night orbs and the edge

of summer going

October way, I hear

the sun slide and

avalanche of last rite.

A bubble popped in

a stream. The fin of life

fluttered to vanish.

Fata Morgana

My shadow is water.

The stone you throw tickles

my ribs and skips near

my eyes to sink in deep.

My evening rests

a few paces afar.

You come from south, must leave

before wind streams cold.

A bird preys something

from my silhouette head,

and I feel numb staring,

gazing, losing.

Kushal Poddar

Kushal Poddar is widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies including Men In The Company of Women, Penn International MK etc, Van Gogh’s Ear, featured also amongst the poets for the month of December by Tupelo Press, Vine Leaves Literary Journal’s Best of 2014 and in various radio programs in Canada and USA, collaborating also with photographers for an exhibition at Venice and with performers for several audio publications
He is presently living at Kolkata and writing poetry, fictions and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a lawyer in the High Court at Calcutta. He authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio) and ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals‘ (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs). The forthcoming book is  ‘The Mood Study Of A Cold Cup‘.