Two realities.
“You can never give someone something
without losing it, feeling its loss.”
He tells me, his dreamy eyes fixed on
the currencies quivering in
the evening breeze coming down.
Time is purring from the bushes, shrubs.
The monies disappear soon, like
those clever parrots, always alert.
He is now my appointed guide;
together we enter the verdant
density of the immense unknown.
From behind, my hotel’s verandah
tries to keep looking at us through green
trees and leaves; at last utterly fails.
We come to the ancient cedar
with two owls, presently sleeping.
A rodent comes out to try to salvage
the foods, it has left hearing steps.
Soon the owls will rise. Then it will be
same ‘hide and seek’ before the rodent
is eaten. We are there. Waiting
for a predator as entertainment.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
blood again
The two hovering faces are white and brown.
They seem to look nice, saying, “we’re in your side.”
She aches; both her sides ache; bruises, clotted blood;
She sees them, two men with the force; denies to complain.
The trust has been lying killed, somewhere in her den.
Discharge means returning home, to the fear’s room,
where he may return for tearing her more.
But she won’t dial for force, at least not before
she has put six inanimate hates into him;
not before she has seen blood once again, not hers.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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damn!
a powerful duo, these two. both of them have very telling conclusions.
kudos.
indeed a strong and powerful message! i love this poddar. the first line of the first poem had me transfixed until the end. so true, what you give you eventually lose and feel its loss...like love. give love, lose love.
loved the duo, intense.
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unknown fate
I guess that is the charm of life. Re-claiming the losses.
Hide and seek with life
keep 'em coming
Both of these are not only powerful but there is a dark quality to them.
the hunter becomes the hunted, I watch owls do this nightly, and hear the screeching and cryng of the rodents, and yes, I too watch!
the prey as predator...
Very powerful - almost frightening. Good job.
Wow. This seems like a majorly abused lady.
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Kushal, the first line of this is so true. I love this. Jules
Excellent writing, again, Kushal, you "Do" need a publisher, you truly do!
Marilyn
Agree, dear Marilyn... an excellent work! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
What she ^ said.
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Owl is one of my guardians and so of course I favor the first poem. So exquisite and so clearly a part of life here on our farm.
Ah, yes. Waiting to be entertained by killing.
These are quite good, especially together. I love the innate survival instincts of the first one being seen as entertainment to the narrator. The second was even more powerful as the contrast between nature and humanity comes to light when the survival instincts becomes twisted by abuse, and revenge in not sweet but a means to stay alive.
Excellent work here, poddar, but then you always do excellent work!
I envy people who can write like you do. Great job!
Though both are powerful and evocative of one's desire to survive, I truly must favor the first offering. You always know how to exalt nature with a sense of humanity. And you know me, nature's my soft spot.
ps: Brother, I tried my hand at a sonnet in iambic pentameter. Your honest appraisal please;
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electric pain~the second
the first~eloquent word plays~but I myself always felt the mos fulfilled in giving and instead of feeling the loss I felt the joy it brought to another~ =)
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Unfortunately the world looks to predators as entertainment, still, it is the way of all life.
Excellent writing.
Charming and witty, beautiful poems Poddar.
I get lost in the poems but you seem to have a knack for them, people really seem to love them. I always miss the hidden meaning to the poem, I'm sorry.
I love the way you transport me to another place with your words in the first poem.
I found your description of bullets in the second one unique.
I especially love the second one...
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They are both very good poddar.Thank you
Both have brutal reality. In the first poem it is nature's way. The second is man's way, horrifying when it occurs.
Potent.
Fascinating pairing of ideas, and powerful poems.
I am overwhelmed . Will have to come back to comment really. The violence and the sense of reality is so strong that it stuns me. Excellent work.
They are both great. I like the beginning of the first one a lot
Your work, as always, moves me and pulls forth emotion. It reminds me that life can be cruel, both in the nature and in man. Although it is often that cruelty that makes us stronger. Thanks for sharing and peace.
Dark and still as night, and just as ancient, the calling of the birds to their prey. There is a missing man, but noone knows from whence he came, or where he is going. The air is thick with fog, and there is no truth from the mist, only a mystery, wrapped in an onion of despair and retreat. Silent cries echo as no words will pass the message without the falsehood of the jackal.
This comment itself is a poetry.
The first line in the first poem gripped me. It resonates. Well done, Ku! Thank you.
So, altruism is just a thought of fancy with no basis of reality for your characters. We live in a dog eat dog world. The underling theme in this seems to suggest that life is an expectation of sorrows.
Predators watching other predators struggle to survive...the ballet of cage fighting, the pirouette splattering blood into the crowd as they yell and beg for more. violence.
...but then we understand watching Animal Planet as the cheetah brings down the antelope... but I thought we had evolved?
We have a higher mind than mere survival of the fittest, but Hitchcock was a director, the birds only choreographed. Sometimes film can convey the cruel nature of human interaction, even if the violence is only a parador of flight from danger. The emotions are as raw and real as the pain expressed by violence. I find the words striking, but the conveyance is subtle.
thanks!
great one!
gr8 as always.
do u mean like when a girl shoots bullets at u with her eyes or a boy can do the same with a girl
im assuming u are talking about the daytime in the first poem owls always come out at night
ur poems are very deep and meaningful they fly over my head like little birds i want to catch but cant i just have to let them fly over and watch their pretty wings soar majestically over my skull:)