Tuesday, January 13, 2015

A Poem by Kushal Poddar

Confessional Poem

Excellent work, Mr. P.
No longer alive, no
longer dead, you are.

So easy to live or
unlive as you, I
recede from any

other self.  My life,
a jackknife.  The holder
and the blade.  And I snap

as often as I slash
my hand searching for
the elusive original vein.

A native of Kolkata, India, Kushal Poddar writes poetry, scripts and prose and is published world wide.  He authored "All Our Fictional Dreams," published in several anthologies in the Continent and in America.  He authored "The Circus Came to My Island."  The forthcoming book is "A Place for Your Ghost Animals." Find more at https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kushal-The-Poet/166552613396144

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