by Kushal Poddar

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January 19, 2008

Breaking up at the sunset

April 21, 2010 08:55 PM UTC

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Breaking up at the sunset

Not sure what she wants him to feel.

Not sure what he should feel. He feels

an egg accepting delicate

taps on its shell; an egg flooding

the world with its yellow. Some of

the patent shape remains; something

like a shadow of the egg holds.

He feels the edge. He feels the shape.

Not sure it is what he should feel

once a road suffers a sunset.

The hiding place

Between two walls of the old world buildings,

a given space where they may go after

breaking up, after the termination,

after a stillborn, after nothingness,

I feel the walls are uncertain to stay

as they are. They sway. They move apart and

make me crumble before their groin, upon

earth.

The void, the place not to be. One crumbles

and others can pick him or her up like some

coins.

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Wendy W.

Atticus *.

Georgiana S.

amy r.

lynn a.

Marilyn is looking for whatever there is. N.

JOHN BECK Apr 21, 2010, 9:26pm UTC

It's frustrating when communication fails. Well written, Kushal..

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 9:33pm UTC

Words are the flies buzzing but failing to make sense. Thank you John.

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Franklin Newman Apr 21, 2010, 9:26pm UTC

An emotional earthquake. The unspeakable tension in the room as it begins. Walking on eggshells as it ends, waiting for the next one. Love, hate, both, or something even worse?

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 9:36pm UTC

Something even worse is always there quoted with other things.

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sally g. Apr 21, 2010, 9:27pm UTC

They are very good

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 9:36pm UTC

Thank you Sally.

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Angela A. Apr 21, 2010, 9:42pm UTC

Sunlight compared to eggs, that reminds me of an egg filled smile I can see each time I make them where I work.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 9:47pm UTC

I agree.
Thank you Angela.

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Kasey Klein Apr 21, 2010, 9:49pm UTC

"road suffers a sunset" -- great line.

Well-drawn portraits.

Thanks for posting to Short Story and More!

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 9:52pm UTC

Thank you Karl. Sometimes odd association of words work wonder.

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Renee (Pres of Baby James Foundation) ~. Apr 21, 2010, 10:02pm UTC

Suffers from so much

Kushal Poddar Apr 21, 2010, 10:10pm UTC

Right. Renee.

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Ethan Stinson Apr 22, 2010, 12:30am UTC

Very good, very good

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 8:56am UTC

Thank you Ethan.

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Elsie Duggan Apr 22, 2010, 12:31am UTC

Again, hoping these are not autobiographical, both wonderfully written, you can feel them as you read them, take care Kushal, love, Elsie

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:34am UTC

All of our writings are semi autobiographical. Of course colors are added.
Thank you Elsie.

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Miranda P. Apr 22, 2010, 1:07am UTC

I really like your pieces. Good job.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:35am UTC

Thank you Miranda

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Sharon P. Apr 22, 2010, 1:26am UTC

1 is the confusion and sadness. Lost due to loss. Still feeling some connection, but not knowing how to react.

2 The no man's land of numbness, lost between sorrow and pain at loss.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:38am UTC

We loss all of our ornaments of thoughts when such moments befall.

Sharon P. Apr 23, 2010, 1:58am UTC

Yes, it is how I felt when first my mother, then my favorite aunt, and then a cousin died in 1999. Hurt, lost and grieving.

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Bill's Spirit Apr 22, 2010, 9:09am UTC

The first really captured experiences I've felt.
The second so well paints the devastation sensation.

Well Said, Kushal

Thank you for sharing your masterful skill with The Surreal Circus.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:41am UTC

Thank you Bill.

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Terry Collett Apr 22, 2010, 9:37am UTC

Impressive poems, Kushal.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:45am UTC

Thank you Terry

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Kasey Klein Apr 22, 2010, 9:59am UTC

Thanks for posting to GutterGirls ~

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:44am UTC

Welcome.

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Allen H. Apr 22, 2010, 10:12am UTC

The void is the past - the place not to be,
where the present slides away to when it's gone.
Sway the walls may, but you can't omelets
Without breaking eggs, at the end of the day!

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:43am UTC

The end of the day is always noiseless...we imagine the great sounds.
Thank you Allen for your poetic wonder.

Allen H. Apr 22, 2010, 3:59pm UTC

It would be more of a wonder if I'd said;

"The void is the past - the place not to be,
where the present slides away to when it's gone.
Sway the walls may, but you can't make omelets
Without breaking eggs, at the end of the day!"

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Richard B. Apr 22, 2010, 11:07am UTC

Thanks for posting this to Dicks Cafe.

emotional, yes, thanks for writting them

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 11:32am UTC

Thanks Richard for the reading.

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Busy Buzzy Bee 'Gather Proud Mamarazzi' Apr 22, 2010, 12:05pm UTC

sensitive and deep meanings.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 12:09pm UTC

Thank you Bhawana.

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Alison H. Apr 22, 2010, 12:41pm UTC

Moving and vivid poems of feeling in limbo, suspended. Out of endings may new beginnings come. Others don't always do what we want them to. All have their destinies, lives to lead.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 9:58pm UTC

Profound. Seeds are carried by us. Amen.

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Laura Abernathy Apr 22, 2010, 1:06pm UTC

Yes sometimes it is hard to know exactly what to feel or how to react when emotions have rendered you defenseless against the will of another.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:02pm UTC

Thank you Laura. Question is, do we want to defend?

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Marilyn is looking for whatever there is. N. Apr 22, 2010, 8:03pm UTC

The first I've had a bit too much experience with and you're the one who had the words.

The second, well, what's worse than anything you can think of? Ponder that.

Excellent!

Featured in Poets, New and Old

with thanks,

Mar~

Tweeted this one.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:04pm UTC

Thank you for the honor

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Marilyn is looking for whatever there is. N. Apr 22, 2010, 8:16pm UTC

Let's try that link again.

Featured in Poets, New and Old.

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Kathryn Flynn Apr 22, 2010, 8:48pm UTC

Featured in the Triple Name Club.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:06pm UTC

Thank you Kathy

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lynn a. Apr 22, 2010, 8:56pm UTC

Kushal, sometimes you make me glad to believe I'll not be looking for love again in my life. The agony of rejection is well written in your poem.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:08pm UTC

I understand your feeling.

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amy r. Apr 22, 2010, 9:32pm UTC

We are never to sure :(

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:10pm UTC

Indeed.
pillow whisperer

amy r. Apr 23, 2010, 1:42am UTC

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Ruthi C. Apr 22, 2010, 9:32pm UTC

Unsure? Just allow the occasion to rise, allow it to reach its own demise, if it must.

Kushal Poddar Apr 22, 2010, 10:15pm UTC

Right Ruthi.

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Ruthi C. Apr 22, 2010, 9:33pm UTC

...smiles...
Thanks for adding Nuttin' But Sunshine to -- Sun Bespeckled Ink!

Kushal Poddar Apr 23, 2010, 8:03am UTC

Welcome Ruthi. pillow whisperer

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Georgiana S. Apr 22, 2010, 11:23pm UTC

temblors abound!

Kushal Poddar Apr 23, 2010, 8:03am UTC

Yep!

pillow whisperer

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Atticus *. Apr 23, 2010, 9:14am UTC

Wow Ku! very strong punch to the gut. These are exceptional! #1 is perfect. #2 is haunting. It makes me feel sorry for the paltry coinage left lying on the floor to be picked up and spent at any beggar's will.

Kushal Poddar Apr 23, 2010, 10:18am UTC

Thank you atticus. I value this opinion.

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Sheila Deeth Apr 23, 2010, 7:59pm UTC

Lovely hidden thoughts. I liked the first one best.

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Wendy W. Apr 25, 2010, 8:20am UTC

Very beautifully drawn! The symbol of the egg, strong.. holding onto the yolk, it's core...the tap, tap, tap...she has told him more than once "it's over" and he wonders if this is truly the end of "them"." He feels the shape "...it's not sharp, doesn't hurt ...feels almost right this time." Not sure it is what he should feel once a road suffers a sunset"...a long, bumpy road, but a new beginning will dawn...sigh* He is torn. The second is amazing...we all have a tendancy to build walls after losses...we feel protected behind them, but in all actuality they are precarious,created out of hurt, pain, fear...or become prisons, voids where people lose themselves...maybe even their sanity. Loss, a silver thread that ties the two..Ku you are an artist true.

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