TheSpiritof red and green
The red and green is mixing, blending, merging.
I look at those out-of-worldly Magnolias.
A spell of wintry wind is coming down
the mountains of Himalayas and across the banks of Ganges.
Come over, I can face you this time. Look I've washed off
my hands, the stringent smell of cynical acid.
My washbowl is full of red, the washed off blood,
the blood which has gone bad. Holding my head high
I feel light with dizzy dreams of red flashes inside.
A piece of red heart of my love, the finest lips pouting,
all of the red things mingle with greens as I kneel down
upon earth, in my fist grasses and leaves
I am nothing to these I am nothing any more.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 62
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Great imagery!
Well done !!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
but what does it mean?
edges of the Holy Ganges to survive the guilt of plight extinct !!
Superb sentiment offered here dearly PODDAR Kushal
I dare not miss you by chace to losing all the wisdom Cosmic !!!!
This is sad, but it has strong visuals, and I hope for you, a happy ending in the wings somewhere...
Congrats!
I just wanted to say I am finally going through what is now under 5,500 pieces of gather new mail that is in my inbox on here. So with that in mind I have finally come to a piece of mail that was addressed to me in regards this article submission you have created to share with the gather community. Thank you for taking the time and sharing your piece with us here at gather. :o)
And I hope you have a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)