The Movie
I hate the intervals
in a movie theater,
the world outside
infesting my head
with a clear urgency.
The elderly man
in the front row
wakes up;
only he is sure
of the storyline.
I remember the feats
I won’t perform
after the movie.
The feeling is not sad,
not unbiased
and definitely not blissful.
I imagine the street
of our house,
a boy looking at the sky
for a godlike kite,
a three legged cat
crossing the road,
a red blouse fanning
an inquisitive fern.
These movements
rush into me
like a siren,
clear with its urgency.
I envision my place midst them,
how they would have been affected with my presence.
©All Rights are reserved by Kushal Poddar, 2010☼














Comments: 25
rush into me
like a siren,
clear with its urgency.
I envision my place midst them,
how they affected my presence.
that's why we go to the movies, to run away.
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