Alien blood

Daliesque spin through a surreal body~mind

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Excellent metaphor.  We only get a glimpse of what others see in us; the rest is imagination.

I love the visual nature of the first poem.  Your last line has got me thinking.  A reverse telescope is an interesting idea-- it would make things smaller instead of larger.

Your second poem is lovely and reminds me of the Buddhist meal-time prayer in which all the sources of food, from the sun to the farmer to the plants and animals, are thanked.

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The first poem reminds me of a painting that my dad had in his home when I was a child. I wish that I could remember the artist's name. It will come to me.  The second poem brings to mind thoughts of reincarnation and the connectedness of all beings. Wonderful writes, Ku!

I am suffering from being captive in a city of power cuts due to a massive technical problem. Now that I have it, I thank you and am going to read your works.

 I know all too well about the power cuts. They affected our (Aman's and my) ability to talk may times. Thank you.

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Good poem, Poddar.   Powerfully written.

Is the alien you looking at yourself? The second one is lovely. Both are interesting.

great one's!

Fantastic use of language. Very Creative.

These are awesome!!!! Great writes!!!!  I really dug the second one best, but both of them are ver vivid and powerful, thanks for posting, even with the computer problems!

"very", sorry, they keep updating, but still no spell check, lol

Incredible imagery!

I had a number of blood transfusions a while back and realized that the gifted blood came with all of its own experiences.

A vivid trip into introspection, green aliens et all. The poem reads like a drug inspired hallucination. Too many of us examine our lives through the wrong end of a telescope.

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I enjoyed both poems very much, Kushal. You get across a clairvoyantly eerie feeling of otherness, what it is like to feel the outsider, the one maligned, marginalized, seen as outcast or brother from another planet. I feel these two poems are deliberately linked, though you did not expressly say so.

A couple of suggestions on grammar and minor points.

in the second line of first poem, lose the comma, switch from ´which´ to ´that´, to read: ´a night that has escaped the tortuous alleys of unalleviating city.¨

lose the commas after ´rhythms´

I suggest, ¨rises up from the Ganges¨

´becomes alert to the alien presence.´

¨It is a different landscape.¨

Lose the comma after ´terrace´

´seeing us from a soft distance,´

Excellent condensation of imagery in the second poem. Like a cosmic cooking vessel.

This is totally awesome Poddar!

They are both wonderful, but I like the second one best.

You really used your imagination here. 

You have one of those on your terrace too?! LOL

And you are either Heilein's stranger... or a vampire!

Powerful written! I love the second one :)

My brother, the ride through your body and mind is intense.   I too heartedly applaud your second offering here.

(Would I instill your wrath by not applauding the first?  Seems a little rough , like it came out too fast; but still, your power of imagery is present)

Maybe it's just the little grren gremlims on the terrace.....   lol

thanks!

Very nicely done.

The last poem reminds me of a story I heard once in Russia. Very good reminder too.

Excellent as always!

Eerily rendered. Yet you bring contentment with the closure of the interconnectedness of all things.

"and to the creature we are also aliens" ... For me, this is the line that connects the first poem to the second.  Viewing ourselves from life to life must be like this.

Nice