Sunday, May 15, 2016

A Poem by Kushal Poddar

Dusting the Ancient Heart

Be careful, dusting
the antique heart of the house
needs time and patience.
Needs all day.  Needs
both your hands and eyes.
Needs head and your green heart.
Children are not
even allowed to hold it.
Our colonial windows julienne
the best of the Spring.
Light drifts on the floor.
Warmth mellows the cold interior.
And down the long balcony
a feminine music tiptoes this way.
She will show you
how to feather the throb.
How to throb without a noise.
How to die and live lovingly.

Kushal Poddar, widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men in the Company of Women, Penn International MK etc., Van Gogh's Ear, been featured among the poets for the month of December by Tupelo Press, Vine Leaves Literary Journal's Best of 2014 and in various radio programs in Canada and USA, presently lives in Kolkata and writes poetry, fiction and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a lawyer in the High Court at Calcutta and as an English Language Trainer in various universities.  He is the editor of the online magazine "Words Surfacing."  He authored "The Circus Came to My Island" (Spare Change Press, Ohio), "A Place for Your Ghost Animals" (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), and "Understanding the Neighborhood" (BRP, Australia).

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