The Aftermath by Kushal Poddar

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In every twelve months
she applies Ruby Woo.

It feels moist, moony, a ruse,
and her man walks to the terrace

again, on the railings then, drops a cigarette
and leaps. Every time. In a loop.

The blood streams the darkness.
Darkness clots the blood.

This relationship spins pinning
give and take.

And she ekes the Ruby Woo,
a gift that never forgives the giver.

 

 

Kushal Poddar has authored The Circus Came To My Island, A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood, Scratches Within, Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems, Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems, and now Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press).

 

Painting by Gustave Caillebotte.

Blued by Kushal Poddar

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The blue walls remember
making love, made
with a cab waiting below,
and the crow who caws
whenever two strangers thus mate
on this bed misses this show
because the fishermen
return from the blue ocean, and
on their brine, wet wood
lie silver still half alive.
The freshness of a goodbye tingles strangely.
On a live wire run two blind mice.
The blue remembers not
when this town was built
or with what amount of love and necessity.
Blue doesn’t know what blue is.

 

 

Kushal Poddar has authored The Circus Came To My Island, A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood, Scratches Within, Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems, Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems, and now Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel (Alien Buddha Press).

 

Photograph by Johan.