Ol’ pal
A curvy creek with hovering trees.
Heavy and greasy water and small rapids.
The stream belongs to four boys fishing.
The breeze is deciphering silence.
A sandy sandwich is relished in trance.
Do you not miss those days little captains?
Do you not miss the strained ankle
while returning
and the young daughter
of the village doctor
covering you with a bandage, all over?
Do you? © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Someone
The man who is getting down from the bus
seems strangely similar. She knows that she knew him.
The old muffler around his neck, the eyes,
weary and slightly estranged… she knows. She knew.
Some day. Some year. Some age. Ages. Times. Distance.
The windows with the known scenes are dissolving into
something from a different history, geography, time.
The bend of a blurred conception called road
moves steadily towards what is next.
She can see the moving trees and men
till she see these no more. Only a man and
something from past hinges together.
A midnight sky,
a human conversation from the time beyond
are all she can recall
and then the next stop comes where she alights.
She is to take a hike behind, back.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


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