haiku for granny
rain drops on the sun
they bring the heads together
sunflowers
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
Household of faith
(To Granny Janny and Franklin)
The dialogues between the hearts travel
with light feet and differences blur.
It reminds, she has been poking you
for clipping the hedges and finish
with the fencing. With a hearty laugh
you may insist that fences should be
abolished but there are doubts waiting
in the nights. Round the bend. Visions blur.
The dialogues between two weak hearts tend
to be less tender but somewhere lies
the reverie of your heart crossing
the carapace of anathemas.
It reminds, the panes of the windows
need some clear glasses and you some faith.
=© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)


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Thanks Atticus
to be less tender but somewhere lies
the reverie of your heart crossing
the carapace of anathemas.
It reminds, the panes of the windows
need some clear glasses and you some faith.
These of your's are almost always, without exception jus' great!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
The beauty of these poems Poddar make me sigh with contentment in how your vision of the world frames all the beauty. I can see two heads bowing closely together under an umbrella and at the same time see the heavy head of a sunflower leaning its sunshine in the face of falling raindrops.
It reminds, the panes of the windows
need some clear glasses and you some faith.
The things in life we want to be transparent most generally are not, and if they are, they don't stay that way without a lot of tender loving care.
Beautiful writing!
Hearts blind still connect
Is it telepathic? Psychic?
Mirrors reflect
More than meets the eye
Souls touch
Detect essence of recognition
Family
You
I
We
"the carapace of anathemas"?
Is this meant to mean an exoskeleton
of bans, curses, or excommunications?
Kushal - I fear I do not understand the second last verse.
Even in a daydream, my heart won't cross that last
taste of tannin
Flowers follow
Rain falls
Joy abides
Colors shine
Granny Jan smiles
Franklyn enjoys
Times seems still
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
Light,
Siddartha
October walks
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Sunflower haiku - what could be lovelier. So sunny.
Your second poem of tribute is also nice, Kushal.
October walks