Than bauk for a travel song
Neon, neon
we are on roads
a song travels.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)
Thank bauk for land’s end
a petrel fly
in my sky now
land shies away.
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Gatherland’s visitors
(To Lewis)
Any memory alive is of the seas.
“Pass me the booze, Lewis.” Moon sure is larger;
the forest of Satpura oozes dark blood.
After the bottle travels from hand to hand,
it is so not sure why we are in this forest
waiting for a sun dwindling behind mountains.
“Beware of the bison sir.” The voice trails, sinks.
“Pass me the booze, Lewis.” Cold, we cross time’s lines.
Of course a sunrise is not required right now.
We have gone beyond a mere solar system.
© 2009-Copyright reserved Kushal Poddar (reprinting is absolutely prohibited, without permission)


Comments: 64
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. You are now featured.
Think it is still time to say suvo sandhya to you. Maybe not.
Hope the poem fits to the mental health too.
That opens the floodgates of imagination!
What is a bauk?
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
The haiku's were vivid as well!
moments of light