Father does not know
She is swimming for an promised land
struggling with wave after wave.
The desert storm always tumbles
her thoughts’ relative perspectives.
She can feel the storm, inside, within;
the way she can feel the touches,
the greed and threat. She cannot tell
any friend, these chronicles
as if some secrets, are binding her
with this man, she likes to hate.
He has threatened to kill her pet,
with violence; hence, she’ll be mute,
she’ll be silent. Only night knows
her nightmares, her waking up.
Irony is; her father thinks
that this man must be his best friend.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Reunion
A bye bye like a baby talking on behalf of its mom
is all I could have said had I faced my friend again
on a lawn of stale party and rabbits escaping a stampede.
A decayed bread was all I picked up from the buffet
where no one was present to talk with or to douse in thoughts.
A mixed company in life’s farewell party giggled at its own silence.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
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Great job!!!!
Thank you, friend.
The first poem is chilling and hits a little too close to home. Thank you for posting to our group.
You got a gather mail
I like the second one, too. They are both excellent, as always.
Thanks. Jenni Heidi's death has made me numb to write a thing now. These are written last week.
Pod, you still continue to crank out brilliant poetry.
10 4 u
How a human being can be so trapped is incredible. Very well written and as Jennifer says, chilling.
Excellent, Kushal. Intimidation can be stronger than chains and you proved it.
My Friend,
You are brilliant!
The first poem is an artful depiction of the abuses many women suffer....mostly in silence. The second one leaves me feeling a bit lonely and sad....I imagine it was supposed to!
The first poem brought tears to my eyes as well as memories. Some of them recent memories
When I was writing, I thought of the good works you do.
Thank you Poddar
Kushal,
So true, so very sad, but also very true. I am numb as well. It hurts.
Marilyn
very good and it makes me think of something going on in my life.
Intense!
I am glad that you think so.
They both strike me as being somewhat lonely and isolated........for different reasons. The first because there is something to be said but must remain a secret, the second because there is no one to listen to anything that's said. Very profound, as is your usual fare Kushal.
-R.
Roger am I not glad to see you. It is a difficult world and we need us all to be gathering.
Well-done!
You made these characters come to life with the stroke of a pen... er, the tap of keys on a keyboard.
sorrow~sorrow all around~
Yes, cruel world and sea of fire seem to be engulfing us all.
Thank you for posting to GutterGirls~
sad
What a difference a poem makes. One is filled with a soured abusive father and the other is filled with hope!
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Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Eloquent.
I'm quiet with respect for Sorrow.
Your saddness for a friend who couldn't endure, has been featured at The Surreal Circus
excellent, Kushal.
perhaps writing ABOUT Heidi will help.
I have a new group dedicated to writings about Heidi
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The death of a burnt heart…for her Elegy for Heidi
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Deep and effective verses.Brilliant write!
Chilling indeed, that first one, but powerfully told.
wow, I know I just always say that about your poems, but really the first one left me pretty much speechless, it is amazing how you can keep putting these words together, it was very powerfully written and made me, the reader, feel the fear, sadness, isolation...
Then the second one, was so descriptive:)
Your words wrap your readers in emotions. Both poems are excellently written.
Ohh.
Wow.
What an amazing poem.
The first one is just right - in tone and substance - (the man she likes to hate). Once again you are working outside what I perceive is the comfort zone and thus the poem achieves a greater/higher standard for doing so. The sense of desolation in this and others that you have written lately is captured - each time anew with a different subject.
struggling with waves after waves. ( I think you mean wave after wave)
Thank you Nathan, for correcting me. That is why I always wait for your comments.
The first one was almost frightening, yet both are wonderfully written.
thanks
great one's!
Your talent continues to amaze me with the emotions it draws out of me. Even when writing about something I didn't experience in my life, you make me feel the emotions of what it must be like. I thank you deeply and sincerely for sharing your poetry with us. Peace
Well done