Behind the door
The unanswered questions behind the closed doors
make sound at night.
The sounds of pathos and pain long restrained
unchain themselves
and crush against the closed doors. Why do they not
believe her words?
She may be a girl with thousands dolled up dreams
but night doors speak
to her, in darkness, in twilight, amid her
curious frights.
The door speaks of numerous drifts of history,
anxious passions,
roaming souls of the failed ones who has come back
from the edge of
triumph, she can sense the sensations gushing from the past.
They don't believe her.
Belief of course eludes her own self, that others
live in the house
where nobody lives to lead life of livings.
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 57
Thanks for sharing with us!
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for posting to our group. Cheers, Julia
Nicely done
A very powerful write, my friend.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
live in the house
where nobody lives to lead life of livings."
I'm sorry but I make no sense of this non-sentence. Although I admire most of your poetry I can't agree with all the flowery statement in this thread. It's probably just me.
Good one, Poddar. It creates distinct images. I can feel it!
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for this poem Poddar.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,000 pieces of gather new mail that is sitting in my inbox on here.
With that mentioned I just came across either a mailing from you yourself, or someone else brought this piece to my attention. You or they felt that your creation should be shared with the gather community, which I am very glad that it was passed on to me to view. So I wanted to say Thank you for taking the time out of your busy day to publish it here on gather for us to all view. :o)
As well before I leave you I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year... in 2009 :o)