Of silence and revelry
The emerald convoy of hedges, leaves;
those tired homecomings are blessed. Pebbles
carry one step at a time; drained steps.
The door creaks. Silence engulfs a light.
Autumn’s golden descent is chased by
two magpies, seen by me through a pane.
A tumbler fills. Tunes on a fiddle
permeate, wheedle, inquire and answer.
Why am I left with a bizarre ghost
of a feeling that somewhere a bash
is going on and I am not there?
Of course I would have left it amidst
a chitchat about shining ladder.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is prohibited without permission)
Green farm of promises
(To two of my best friends)
A tickle of an aroma.
“Autumn it is.” you say to no one.
Saluting legion of golden green
greets anyone who travels this far.
Two friends, fiddles, autumn sonata;
nimble conversation grazes like
fat wooly ewes; two friends meet and part.
A tickle of a whisper, breeze.
“Promise it is.” you say to no one.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is prohibited without permission)


Comments: 64
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Your way is better
of silence and revelry
of silence and revelry
As for the bash, woe is the one who didn't invite Kushal!
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Green promises, in autumn? Fascinating. Promises of what? "By this time next year . . ."
To put it into my own type of words, this was fun and interesting....
A tumbler fills. Tunes on a fiddle
permeate, wheedle, inquire and answer.
Why am I left with a bizarre ghost
of a feeling that somewhere a bash
is going on and I am not there?
Of course I would have left it amidst
a chitchat about shining ladder.
"Of course I would have left it amidst", ironically Ku I've never know you to leave anything amidst, my brother.