The broken road to heaven
The broken road in need of maintenance
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn
to our delight
was alight with millions of glow bugs;
evening was another leaf fallen
when I whisper to my friend Richard,
“Is it heaven? Have we arrived at last?”
he smiled, “we are yet to reach my home.”
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Broken in two times
From my point of view, you are a blur.
And in your lone eyes, do I exist?
You are still living in your summer
thirty years-past, sitting upon
an old window seat; the curtains fly
with the gust of wind passing through trees;
(the trees were yet to be cut down;)
of course these phrases demands past tense;
but to you, alive, they are present.
Between two spheres, travels a cat,
yearning for peace, not this kind
of stormy stillness, broken by time.
~© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar.
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For us, time doesn't always flow smoothly, does it? Wonderful, Kushal.
Thank you Sir John.
time has never been easy. it is what it is. lovely poems.
road to heaven is never smoth Itis abeautiful poem
Heaven is in the home.
Wonderful!! Simply lovely!
I am happy now.
The first poem is fantastic to me because of the imagery. The second one makes me a bit sad because the expansion of the city requires that trees be cut down. India is very crowded, isn't it? Thank you for posting to our group.
Of course it is, but that does little to stop people grow lonely, sometimes.
Broken in two times
I know and I understand. I know someone there who is very lonely and their heart is breaking. Your title is fitting, indeed.
You are very talented, my dear Kushal.
Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Is the packing and unpacking over, my dearest friend?
You are on the "right" road, my friend and through the eyes of your soul you have seen the truth...travel on in love and peace...glad you are back....Richard Lynn
Richard I am glad to have your wisdom once more.
beautifully done~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
A little bit sad, but eloquent and beautiful.
Yes, a little sad, but it enriches the poem. There's nothing quite as lovely as a sad song. :)
I cannot imagine the road to heaven being anything other than broken. Such a vaunted destination is not likely to be reached via well-kept thoroughfares. :) As you can tell, I enjoyed the first one greatly. The second poem is not sad, but rather elegaic; memory plays a big part in that. It is well done.
((( Loved this line...
an old window seat; the curtains fly
with the gust of wind passing through trees;... )))
Some absorbing imagery.
In addition, how on Earth did this score anything but nine or ten? Ten from me.
Thanks for sharing with READING BOOKS ONLINE!
thanks!
Kushal,
Very much enjoyed your exploration of altered planes and time with this duet. Beautifully penned.
Thank you for sharing with The Surreal Circus.
Adrian
I so enjoy your writings. Thanks for sharing them.
Your poetry is heavenly to read. I love the imagery of the long broken road to heaven.
In the second one, My mind sees a person, perhaps in a nursing home, living in the past, waiting for the release of death.
C'est bon mon amie.
lovely poem
Well written. The correct path is always hardest.
at last Time decides everything...wow! Poddar Khoob bhalo
this was beautiful. Can I say though, the road to heaven is one that is straight and narrow and few there be that actually find it. It is the road to destruction that is wide and many there shall be upon it. In fact, this destination leads to a place that continually enlarges itself because there are so many "destined" to go there. Now the road that is straight and narrow is actually the easiest to travel upon, that is, the instructions and directions to travel this road is easiest. Along the way, there are bumps, pitstops, rocks and holes that people stumble in. However, if those on this straight and narrow path will carefully review their directions and follow instructions well enough (they are very easy to understand once you get the hang of it) there is a kind helper who will lift us up over the bumps, talk to us quietly, gently, comforting at the pitstops and dust off the dirt we accumulate in our wounds as we fall into the holes along the way - his name is Jesus.
Thank you for the amazing and beautiful comment.
some of our watches run fast, other slow and some right on time
The broken road in need of maintenance
through which we have traveled, mute and solemn
to our delight
Sometimes......I travel around that road. Super poems.
Thought-provoking and beautiful, Ku...
sad but very touching verses...
Another lovely journey. Thanks for taking me along.
beautifully done!
Glad to catch up to you Poddar, sorry I missed so many. Thanks for taking me along your visual dreamscape once more.
The second is my favorite
Nice