Gravels rise from my body.
Stones. Dirt. Bullets ricocheted.
And parts of my flesh. This being.
Lights burn and flash everywhere
and they highlight the darkness.
Sound rise shattered in echoes.
I want to find you in this chaos.
I do not. I know, already
too late. I hope it is not.
What is the score of the game?
Where did you make room for
the refugee? I wonder.
I wonder would you have undone me
now that we traveled to Paris?
Would you reveal the password for your heart?
It matters not.
Kushal Poddar is widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women, Penn International MK etc, Van Gogh’s Ear, been featured amongst the poets for the month December by Tupelo Press, Vine Leaves Literary Journal’s Best of 2014 and in various radio programs in Canada and USA and collaborated 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 “understanding the neighbourhood‘.