Other side of the moon
(Tothe Surreal Circus)
She offers cyanide, infused in tea
and moves her lips to say, “Drink and die.”
A red sun let us remind, the eyes
have burned all night, crying, trying to decide.
She puts her love to sleep, forever.
Why is it that wrong men come to her?
In her heart, she can not bury the secret
that the man, now cold and dead,
has once been the man, her glint, sparks inside;
once a doll in long embraces;
and then has grown to be something else,
an intruder, a man to sow fear.
The echoes of a eavesdropping,
still rings in her ear,
rings again, again and again, hard;
the same words that has prompted her;
chosen the colorless odorless potion,
chosen the lethal dose.
She knows death by her heart
for she has been dead herself since she has heard…..
© 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Poison
Industry of poison
has pollinated my world
with dark dim seeds of ashes.
Touch the river;
it burns forever;
it burns till sun dies
in its black stream
everyday. © 2008 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Comments: 43
Thanks for sharing on Getting to 3000 Together
great writing as usual
Wonderful write, Poddar...:)
Stong and dangerous. Death is a mystery to be explored while living.
Thank you David.
sad bent here. But getting rid of the abuse was right!
Such marvelous words my dear friend.
Hugs, Barbie
Nice
Beautiful.
Dark, so very dark.
-R.
dark and beautiful...i've missed your poetry poddar. glad to be reading it again.
Wow!
Your mind is darker than Constantine's but your words remain saturated in beauty.
I need to ping you.
I enjoyed them both. although in the first one there was a part that read weird to me.
"A red sun let us remind, the eyes
have burn all night, crying, trying to decide."
have burn doesn't sound right. perhaps should be "have burned..."
very nice
Dark, dark, dark......was the first a newspaper story?
Is cyanide a prescription drug?
The second is all too true.....though in U.S. the rivers and lakes have come far from the pollution of past times. They do get cleaned up, if society decides.
Scraping through the glowing embers Kushal, of love gone lifeless, and Life tinged/ laced with poison.
Tis sadly dark... and well written.
Her deed is done... from your lethal pen to The Surreal Circus
Dark and beautiful!
Much pain and filled with shadows.
You are a wonderful writer!
Such profound sadness in your lines, dear Poddar... as always, great work!
Blessings and best wishes - S.
sorrow is the flavor of the broken woman~
greed and venom bring the world to her knees~
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
You are now featured at The Surreal Circus.
I'm wondering if the first poem was inspired by the last edition of Losing Your Religion, and the story of Derek Humphry and his wife Jean?
You can break love by pushing so hard. Very good.
A very powerful poems both of them, that represent real life cases though few thanks God.
awesome, I felt that way she felt, sometimes, I think us ladies should all have a "special spice" as my granny used to say, not too much, just enough to put him down for a day or two......awesome poem, excellent
great one!
Moving and intriguing. I would have liked to feature it, but Ann already has. Congratulations. Thank you for posting to our group.
Featured in the The Triple Name Club
A great one from the heart?
Thanks for sharing with READING BOOKS ONLINE!
darkly wonderful
beauty in your words
Dark stuff. Well written morbidity.
Thanks! Sorry for the generic comment but I'm wading through over 500 e-mails.
So sad, both of them, and so beautiful.
Beautifully done as always
The continual grief over loss of a spouse causes a Romeo & Juliet type ending.
The second is just an excellent ecological wake up message.