Shelf life of lights
A thoughtful commentary on the shelf-life of sunshine
flares up on the kitchen; here her quick hands have been
getting pickled and spicy, with each turns of time she’s spent.
Days are, of course, growing thin; like her little family
which has been unfastening. Son has gone to the town;
his dad has lost appetite; the vegetable patch’ve dried.
She looks at the brown cat, it seems to attain bodhi.
The salty air teases her hair, unknotted it.
“You look great.” The wind’s accent, slightly slurry, comes inside.
It reminds her of youth, insouciant, innocent.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Haiku for R.B.
Immortal you are
though dreams die to born again
like yellow roses.
=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Differences in language
An African lion taught me how to talk.
Hence I stared at you, poised, in silence
while you were seeing me through telescopic lenses
and probably weighing if you can poach my skin.
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Comments: 36
Sure liked that last one allot!
;-)) Beautiful!
Again, a very awesome poem friend!
not bad
The last one was great!! thanks for sharing your beautiful poetry with us!
Have a great week
Nostalgia without longing. Very well done, Kushal.
I like this new style of yours Poddar!
I enjoyed these very much, Poddar...:)
Lovely poem
Awesome!
always looking out for some poetry
Always a treat. I loved the question that the first one inspires.
I liked all three, but loved African lion. the first line...wow..
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I loved the opening line of the first poem. That's remarkable imagery, my friend. The Haiku for Robert is beautiful, too. Thank you for sharing your talent in our group.
I love a well drawn haiku, and the second poem was just that.
I liked all three. And I liked reading all three at the same time.
Excellent, all of them! :-)
Blessings and best wishes - S.
Thank you, I was missing you.
Thanks for posting on Getting to 3000 Together
The first poem seems to be a tribute to the mother as the glue of the family. The third poem reminds me of Rumi's words:
"You're sitting here with us, but you're also out walking
in a field at dawn. You are yourself
the animal we hunt when you come with us on the hunt."
Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus.
i like the first one .. very nice
I am able to visualize that stare!
Differing views wonderfully told.
A wonderfuly written trilogy my firend.
"and probably weighing if you can poach my skin" So apt, and self explanitory.
A great trio Poddar I liked that lion that's what he roars no doubt...
Thanks for the Haiku my brother.
The lion I met, taught me to roar. Excellent little poem. My favorite on this page.
Shelf Life is an excellent Ku trinbute to the matriach of the clan/family. I am all about family so I simply adore your presentation. And I am glad that you remember to tell her she looks great. As do all the ladies on this thread.
Peace my Indian Spirit.
very nicely done!
This is all very playful. I like your sense of humor.
I feel such kin with "shelf life" it rings true to me.
Loved the last one, but they are all wonderful.
"Differences in Language", I think is fantastic...WOW
I am always in awe of your ability to draw pictures in my head with your words. I love your poetry and the emotions it stirs. Thank you so much for sharing your poetry and your great talent with us. Peace
thanks!