Wind street journal
It is a wind street petering out
in the mystic river of Ganges.
Howling, gushing, playfully scary
blows of winds are embracing each other,
melting and blending with the wistful
hundred and hundred years old structures.
This is the street my granny had been
taken to her last rituals,
to the pier of cremation.
Still heartrending waves have the touch
of her ashes, bones. Fishes have seen
another name embedded at Ganges
riverbed. Men have forgotten though.
I throw the painting I have done of her,
really a piteous one, blurred
as I can't remember the details.
A bird is mocking at me. I know
I know the grin it wears. I have seen
it somewhere.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar


Comments: 47
And much more touching and important than the winds of Wall Street which blew away the fat man's money.
10 4 u
another name embedded at Ganges
riverbed. Men have forgotten though."
Sad reality.
Very well written.
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for posting to our group. Cheers and love, Julia
A grinning mocking bird is quite an image...I wonder where you saw it before?
Are there one hundred buildings there that are hundreds of years old?
I wish that I could see a picture of the street and the Ganges.
well don.
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !
What a mocking art to throw on our dum-numbed headed emotions !!!
I just wanted to stop by since I am finally going through what is now listed as under 5,100 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)
Thanks for posting to my group, Anything writing