a walk midst a festival
The festive men and a long, long trail
preordained for a forgetful walk
make you believe that you know the link
missing hitherto. Yes, right. You say
in answer to what friends are talking.
Is the tram-car a life and you are
the specialist beggar amassing
simple components? Festive lights grin.
An uneasy silence is for you
while others talk. The alighted tram
pass like a comet carrying carbon.
Festive men, long trail, a forgetting
walks away with life; dogs chasing tails;
I drop a hope into the wish-well.
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untimely cuckoo
A cuckoo at this time! Night is washed.
Stars smell like a sea. Neighbor’s TV
belches, gurgles. Is it a cuckoo?
Really? You seem sure of this fact.
The cheap tea table and the creatures
in its cracks transform into outdoor,
crickets, bees and birds and wet green lawns.
I feel like being at Alice’s tea
and you sitting demurely, calmly
inside Seurat’s paintings. It is spring.
Your smile diminishes those seasons
we have passed together, beggar-like.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is prohibited without permission)
haiku
untimely cuckoo
somewhere in a house
swings a bamboo cage
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is prohibited without permission)


Comments: 70
A walk through a festival
(and the last one made me laugh)
but it will return soon
:)
The Joy of Darkness
Poem 2: I'm confused by "Surat." Do you mean Serat in India, or the artist Seurat? Or is this a play on words?
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
I have a cricket in MY corner that swings his own cage. Or i should say rattles mine noisily. I love the sound because it always comes unexpectedly and demands attention.
"Your smile diminishes those seasons
we have passed together, beggar-like."
I know that feeling well. Bravo for putting it into words!
The haiku makes me think of a woman, a wife or daughter, trapped in a house of glass.
Your talent cannot be surpassed.
Marilyn
The cuckoo? an Indian anomoly peraps?!
we have passed together, beggar-like.'
well said
thanks again or is it still
of silence and revelry
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting