by Kushal Poddar
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January 19, 2008

Years in and years out

July 22, 2009 06:02 AM EDT (Updated: July 22, 2009 09:32 AM EDT)
views: 217 | comments: 44

Years
From one new year to
another
n
e
w
y
e
a
r
she has traveled to find out
some of her
enduring things are not there;
vanished
disappeared
petered out
with the names they have been tagged with.
“Life!
Aha, life!” she whispers.
The diaries of yesteryears
are all misplaced
suddenly.
Mirror before her
becomes smoked with laughter.
Time increases speed.
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

sharing pastels
 Sharing a pastel stick with a friend
who needs the burnt sienna right then
is easy, till his rides on time’s back
brings him into a valley where
finding rainbows is hard, hues are sparse.
An adult cannot lend his color
easily, without a blink, smiling.

So when he finds his tints of sleep
are missing, he lifts his grim face
to the nearest adult person
who has chosen an entire pack of
pastels to wear for the occasion.
This makes him blush. He cannot ask her
if she has stolen his sleep’s colors.
Instead he rides back to be a child
again, happy to confess he loves
to share with his best and only friend.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

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Comments: 44

lynn a. Jul 22, 2009, 7:09am EDT
Kushal, if mirrors could speak, I'd never pick one up. My mirror cracked up a long time ago.
Ann M. (Site Scryer) Jul 22, 2009, 7:54am EDT
Your first poem captures the "shedding" of the Ten Thousand Things that seems to happen in the second half of life.

Your second poem has me thinking. I love your metaphor about the sharing of dream-colors, but I've never thought of this as something that could be sacrificed to a friend. A very intriguing idea.

Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
mirror~mirror~reveeals and veils~
intricate and thoughtful poetics~
Thanks for posting to GutterGirls~
JOHN BECK Jul 22, 2009, 8:07am EDT
Time. It's right there and at the same time so elusive.
Kathryn E. Jul 22, 2009, 8:09am EDT
The very sad reminder that giving when living is easy is easy, but true giving is when life is hard, when no more colors are left in the box or palette.

Featured in the Triple Name Club.
Sandi S. Jul 22, 2009, 8:10am EDT
time increases speed... I believe that! A year used to take forever when I was 4, but now it whizzes by. Isn't there a scientific theory about that?

Pastels...surreal! Beautiful!

Thanks, Poddar. These are lovely.
Sharon P. Jul 22, 2009, 9:46am EDT
Mirrors do reflect whats within. And childhood is the the time of sharing.

I like both a lot.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jul 22, 2009, 10:07am EDT
I loved it Kushal. Perhaps the heroine of "Years" could find me.

Excellent poetic gestures my friend. Thanks.
Kushal Poddar Jul 22, 2009, 10:13am EDT
Actually she is waiting.
But to you sharing pastels is dedicated. I can always give you some.
Robert - just a simple man - B. Jul 22, 2009, 12:09pm EDT
Yes, I can see that. Thanks my good friend.
Melissa Underhill Jul 22, 2009, 11:01am EDT
Those are so amazing. My favorite was sharing pastels. It's so sweet.
amy s. Jul 22, 2009, 11:09am EDT
awesome poem thanks for sharing it with me
Elizabeth O. Jul 22, 2009, 11:24am EDT
Both very lovely....time flies when you are having fun..or not having fun.

I love your use of colour.
Holly C. Jul 22, 2009, 11:45am EDT
Beautiful. "an adult cannot lend his color easily" I love that line. As children we are sharing and trusting, as adults we become selfish and untrusting.
Jennifer Lee Jul 22, 2009, 11:54am EDT
The first one resonates big time and the second one is just gorgeous. Both are featured in the Poet's Circle. Thank you.
Merrie M. Jul 22, 2009, 12:29pm EDT
I would love to have my mirror smoked with laughter rather than sorrow. Your second poem resonates all our thoughts about the fear of sharing ourselves with others.
Chris Brockman Jul 22, 2009, 12:39pm EDT
Your "Years" contains some prime insight, poignantly expressed. I offer the last line from a poem of mine as concurrence:
Living history is an indulgence
of diminishing returns.
Haim Kadman Jul 22, 2009, 12:43pm EDT
Fantastic a fantasy of colors where feelings are sorted just like pastels, from the very clear up to the very dark ones.
Richard B. Jul 22, 2009, 12:45pm EDT
Those are both nice.

Thanks
JustMe ~I'm happy to be~ Jul 22, 2009, 1:43pm EDT
Always something to think about with your writes, Kushal. Always.
Beth G. Jul 22, 2009, 1:47pm EDT
Sharing pastels was such a lonely poem, great job!
Jan S. Jul 22, 2009, 3:24pm EDT
These are both so beautiful! I especially like the imagery in Sharing Pastels.
Dawn (a kitty-kin on the wall) Jul 22, 2009, 5:26pm EDT
i love the word burnt sienna, lovely color it is.
Dawn (a kitty-kin on the wall) Jul 22, 2009, 5:27pm EDT
i started reading and couldn't stop. well done poddar.

blessings and peace~
Linda T. Jul 22, 2009, 6:02pm EDT
Time has a way of escaping from us. Suddenly you look in a mirror and wonder how that older person got in there.
René Allen Jul 22, 2009, 7:06pm EDT
BRAVO ~ BRAVO to both of these poetic works Master Poet Poddar! That first one is a STOPPER -- and the second is a RAINBOW of a WORK of ART! ~ I LOVE THESE!

These special poetics are FEATURED in Artistic Minds®. Thank you for letting me know you had created these masterpoetic.

Your Friend,
Rene
Nancy Silveria Jul 22, 2009, 7:18pm EDT
congratulations on your features! Well deserved. This both made me ponder how different the point of view is from child to adult.
Lisa Frost Jul 22, 2009, 8:41pm EDT
wonderful writes with a well deserved feature!
Sheila Deeth Jul 22, 2009, 9:03pm EDT
I really like the second one, leaves me full of questions and thoughts.
blaine d. Jul 22, 2009, 9:05pm EDT
all that matter is what's on the inside!, great one!
Alison H. Jul 23, 2009, 12:00am EDT
Both are great. It is probably a good thing to lose old diaries. It makes a new start that much easier.
Terry Collett Jul 23, 2009, 3:02am EDT
You are amongst the best poets on Gather, KU. These poems convince me of that.
daniel wiseman Jul 23, 2009, 7:56am EDT
beautiful imagery kushal u are a conjurer of words love the image of a mirror being smoked with laughter and tints of sleep very clever the way u describe the shadows that appear under our eyes every morning some people refer to them as panda eyes of course u see the same effect on a goth or a kohl rimmed newlywedded bride in india keep up the good work mate thanks for ur encouragements ur work is inspirational and sensational i know writing for u is more than recreational it is your blood:)
Angela A. Jul 23, 2009, 2:08pm EDT
Instead he rides back to be a child
again, happy to confess he loves
to share with his best and only friend.

These lines really choked me up! They are so precious and beloved.

Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Shelbia C. Jul 23, 2009, 8:29pm EDT
Well done.

Thanks for posting to Writing Reservoir
shelly f. Jul 25, 2009, 12:07am EDT
great again kushal
Chas Andrews Jul 27, 2009, 7:47pm EDT
thanks!
Kushal Poddar Jul 27, 2009, 10:14pm EDT
Thank you buddy.
Kushal Poddar Jul 27, 2009, 10:15pm EDT
Thank you Rene for featuring this.
René Allen Jul 27, 2009, 10:47pm EDT
HUGS Poddar! I'm glad you came back to hollar at us ~ L O L.
farr j. Jul 29, 2009, 2:46pm EDT
I like that prose!

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