Waiting for an appointment
A surprise pond at the backyard
of the building. Nobody can
think there is a green blue flow of
breath, cool.
I place my palms on the glass panes.
Reflections of my time and face
emerge on it. A rippling sun
is swimming through the pond-water,
surging towards this world of bricks
and glass.
It suddenly grows wings, flies and
crushes on the windows of the
building.
Smears of sun, pieces of sun.
A glass to part us. My eyes blind.
And, then
from this side of the world, the girl
at the reception calls my name,
yes I am the next. © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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"It suddenly grows wings, flies and
crushes on the windows of the
building.
Smears of sun, pieces of sun.
A glass to part us. My eyes blind."
Amazing lines.
Blessings and best wishes in a plenty - S.
I have to agree with Georgiana; this is reminiscent of psychedelia.
Thanks for sharing it, poddar.
your talent struggles
so to labor say !
Hat off to now its' again
Blessed Kushal Poddar skillful !!!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
I like this!
Poddar, your work is amazing. You have truly been given a gift. Thanks for sharing it with us!
10 4 u
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
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)