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    <title>Gather: Articles by Kushal Poddar</title>
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    <copyright>Copyright Gather Inc 2009</copyright>
    <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 07:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
    <dc:date>2010-01-01T07:01:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Two winged celebration</title>
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      <description>  
   
 
  Two winged smiles  
 
 *  
 
  
 
 Smile has two wings. It glides over the glade, wet. 
 Now Mrs. Neighbor will come out. Fresh water 
 will be sprinkled on her precious lawn, a patch, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 00:51:19 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2010-01-01T00:51:19Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rain on a world of the third kind</title>
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      <description>Rain on a world of the third kind  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A healthy baby born in a power cut; 
 three men hovering over it to retrieve; 
 cold water clogs the paths. Whispers and screams float 
 like . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 00:23:58 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977969404</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-31T00:23:58Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A postman for mother</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967967</link>
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  Letters, not for her  
 
 
 (To Sunil's mother) 
 
 
  
 
  
 
   
 
 
 Postman brings three letters, none for her. 
 Ten minutes of quiet waiting till she 
 opens the door; her dog barks . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 01:23:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977967967</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-30T01:23:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Holiday rains on you</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Holiday    rains on a reserve forest  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A winter rain passes; I pick up a deer 
 with a broken glass curse cast under its feet. 
 The rivulets of muddy blessings run as 
 I coax, . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 01:01:01 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-29T01:01:01Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A room with the changing hues</title>
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  a room with the changing hues  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Dry leaves, now golden, toss and turn on 
 the midday’s tin roof. A confident 
 pigeon plays with the neighborhood cat. 
   
 These . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 28 Dec 2009 01:08:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977964993</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-28T01:08:32Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Cherry colored days</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977963081</link>
      <description>  
 
  haiku I  
 
 greased pan 
 cherry days 
 on the almanac 
   
 
  haiku II  
 
 blue butterfly 
 nose of the dog 
 shrivels 
 
 
 
 
  haiku III  
 
 coughing mother 
 a dry leaf 
 roams . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 26 Dec 2009 01:03:06 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-26T01:03:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Wayward Greetings</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977962255</link>
      <description>Greetings wayward  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The templates grow a wing; travels light 
 with one or two lines. Catchy phrases. 
 I fumble on a wrong phrase. Is it 
 meant for me? Uncertainty descends. 
 . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 25 Dec 2009 00:50:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977962255</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-25T00:50:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Belonging to no one</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977961071</link>
      <description>  
 
  Not belonging to one  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Noon belongs to no one; the shadows don’t wait; 
 they rush, blend, mingle, finally evanesce. 
   
 Noon belongs to no one; no shadows. Brother . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 24 Dec 2009 00:51:33 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977961071</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-24T00:51:33Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Our Greener Shadows</title>
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  Sundays of a Monday man  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A Monday man has Sundays behind him too 
 when he lights a candle; kneels; pray for nothing. 
   
 A cat saunters through the time lying down . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 01:13:11 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-23T01:13:11Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A Monday man</title>
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      <description>  
 
  The penumbra of a Monday  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The shadows’ montage on the Monday path; 
 the shadows of cars, trees, people, rooftops; 
 everything is on the move; even trees 
 move from . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 22 Dec 2009 01:04:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977957847</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-22T01:04:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>The simple Gardener</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977956166</link>
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   The Gardener   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 The gardener, with an indifferent field; 
 with a fistful piquant seeds analyzes 
 probability. A village, a company, 
 an existence or existences depend . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 01:08:15 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977956166</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-21T01:08:15Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Those Silent Nights</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977955100</link>
      <description>Fragile messages  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 A desolate window ablaze with 
 twenty red lights is all this home has. 
   
 Still path slips away; body gives away; 
 you return to a forlorn Christmas. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:58:03 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-20T00:58:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Karma and love</title>
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      <description>(Both the poems are inspired by Dawn Kilby) 
 
  Mystic radiations  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 If thoughts have radiations, 
 mass, weight, other physical 
 traces, facts, evidences 
 they would have pulled . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 00:52:36 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-19T00:52:36Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Columns of faith</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977952216</link>
      <description>Columns I  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The white columns sweat the way I do 
 though it is arid winter, weak sun. 
 Sometimes we soak in salt and a sea 
 wakes up on our palm. At any rate, 
 the waves obliterate . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:54:09 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-18T00:54:09Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Renaissance</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977950739</link>
      <description>cremation pier   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 A white symbol, the river is reflected 
 
 
 on those clouds. We watch a boat carrying our minds 
 
 
 over to the other side as we bury 
 
 
 our corpses. . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2009 00:55:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-17T00:55:08Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Conversation with histories</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977949012</link>
      <description>A conversation with a historian, Richard  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 You cannot argue 
 with a man of history 
 about past. 
 Hence I brew 
 a cup of coffee 
 for him 
 and engrave 
 an arrow like 
 the Sumerians’ . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:57:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977949012</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-16T00:57:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>My sounds and silence</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977947226</link>
      <description>  
 
   siren   
 
 
 
 
 The siren comes out clear. It has passed 
 through being nonexistent, muffled 
 and distinct like blood stains. The siren, 
 a voice of caution, the clear siren, 
 comes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 15 Dec 2009 00:53:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977947226</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-15T00:53:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reality of a vacation</title>
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  Reality of a vacation  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 It falls, dignifiedly sloth, deliberate; 
 it falls while we listen to the stream, the tune. 
   
 The harmony embraces us; the rich hues 
 of the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 14 Dec 2009 00:59:03 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977945532</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-14T00:59:03Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Edge slips away</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977944432</link>
      <description>Edge slips away   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 Madly, sun grabs the edge of the roof. 
 
 
 The edge slips away. Roofs after roofs 
 
 
 doused in red, witness a death. Comes the dusk; 
 
 
 the dusk comes . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 00:57:44 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977944432</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-13T00:57:44Z</dc:date>
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      <title>A death in our family</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977943301</link>
      <description>A death in our family   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 The wounds received, the wounds inflicted 
 
 
 hardly matter. Ash is in the air. 
 
 
 
 
 Rust of the season drops out, a leaf. 
 
 
 River in the . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 12 Dec 2009 00:46:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977943301</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-12T00:46:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Immortality of father and mother</title>
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      <description>  
 
  Immortality of a carroty sky  
 
 
 (To Richard Lynn LIvesay) 
 
 This is the turn where we end. We leave the death buried. 
 I look at you, bewildered with my immortality. 
 What would you . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 10 Dec 2009 00:55:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977939858</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-10T00:55:55Z</dc:date>
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      <title>~I, a thief</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977937918</link>
      <description>  
 
  I, a thief  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Shades of a wrong lie on a still road. 
 November clouds; the smoke of evening 
 is a whisper you hears I scream, 
 I have come across a famine, a flood 
 and now . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 09 Dec 2009 00:56:17 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977937918</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-09T00:56:17Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Coloring-book for the abused</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977936060</link>
      <description>  
 
  Abused  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The tiny feet of a squirrel on a tin roof; 
 nothingness is a corrugated top. 
   
 You look up from there, a frightened life; 
 a squirrel, not playful; in search . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 08 Dec 2009 00:59:00 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977936060</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-08T00:59:00Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Reparation for a lost time</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977934085</link>
      <description>  
 
  Counter development  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Talks with an older relative pass 
 through a still water. Time descends; soft, 
 white, flakish. Soon the water will freeze. 
   
 Something small . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 01:37:14 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977934085</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-07T01:37:14Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Life of a winter</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977932692</link>
      <description>Life of a winter  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 The spots of the sun on a cold stone. 
 Winter has brought a squadron of lives; 
 nomadic birds, famished villagers, 
 tourists who touch the stone; history burns . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sun, 06 Dec 2009 01:36:45 GMT</pubDate>
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      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-06T01:36:45Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Symbiosis In A Brotherhood</title>
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      <description>  
 Both are dedicated to my brother, Robert 
 
  Fraternity  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 
 My brother is off to some seashore 
 
 
 with cold water and warm sands. Warmer 
 
 
 something may propose him to . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Sat, 05 Dec 2009 10:53:23 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977931951</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-05T10:53:23Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Value of those pretenses</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977928964</link>
      <description>Value of those pretenses  
 
   
 
  
 
  
 
 Pretend you believe; the pretense 
 is worth the same; their values alike. 
   
 
 Pretend you are watching the mountain, 
 
 
 sun melting . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Thu, 03 Dec 2009 14:55:04 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977928964</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-03T14:55:04Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Simple life and death</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977926355</link>
      <description>  
 
  Surreal corridor  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 
 “However”, says the naysayer; 
 
 
 ‘however’ has always been his 
 
 
 way to end a sentence which will 
 
 
 fly like a mesmerized . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:44:48 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977926355</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-02T01:44:48Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Affair with a dead poet*</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977924659</link>
      <description>  
 
   Affair with a dead poet   
 
 
   
 
   
 
 
 Vital blood of a fountain pen on the floor; 
 
 
 dead muse from a century before flips, turns 
 
 
 as the wind blows. Saliva dribbles down . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Tue, 01 Dec 2009 02:14:06 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977924659</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
      <dc:date>2009-12-01T02:14:06Z</dc:date>
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      <title>Rich cousin's marriage</title>
      <link>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977923543</link>
      <description>relationship  
 
 
  
 
  
 
 Hate soaks a piece of cloth in water 
 with love she applies it on my head. 
   
 Twitches her mouth. She says that I have made 
 her face these trying times . . .</description>
      <pubDate>Mon, 30 Nov 2009 12:13:45 GMT</pubDate>
      <guid>http://www.gather.com/viewArticle.action?articleId=281474977923543</guid>
      <dc:creator>Kushal Poddar</dc:creator>
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