more from the attic
The drawing sheets are scattered, lying on the floor
talking their heads off in water colored words.
The crayons, the tubes are having a bad mood day,
his mind is playing with the four squares of light,
the real surreal scenes that can be seen
on the little window on the east of his room.
He can draw vividly on the canvas of earth
akin to the true life he has seen so many times.
He has seen the young man from the other village
waiting at the bend of three tamarind trees
for the girl with a port wine mark on her cheek.
They can be made a charcoal sketch, softly sprayed.
Sometimes the window makes him, his attic… sadder
sometimes like the lost days since when the lover boy
the one from the next village stops coming to meet
with a lonely flower with yellow petals.
Sometimes the village embraces rain, lightning
and windows are meant to be closed, shut….
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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Thanks for posting this to my group, Anythingwriting
Blessings and best wishes - S.
This poem is so thoughtful. I say, open the window.
Thank you for sheering
God Bless You
Especially these lines . . .
He can draw vividly on the canvas of earth
akin to the true life he has seen so many times.
EXCERT by Kushal Poddar
This is FEATURED in Dream Depths
Talent, I feel, must be the answer.
Wanting something is not enough. You must hunger for it. Your motivation must be absolutely compelling in order to overcome the obstacles that will invariably come your way.
In the end, it is the person you become, not the things you have achieved, that is the most important.
Thanks for posting to Writing Reservior
so beautiful
Nicely done, Poddar!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
Since I’m in the middle of Finals week, I hate to admit, but I must give in to the temptation of leaving a generic comment
But to give it a little personal touch, I added some artwork for you to enjoy!
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