Tag: summer from a lost continent
group name: myxmasbreakdown
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January 23, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
Kill: a story of civilization
Neon is playing with the shadows in
the street. Chasing them, making them scattered
till dawn. Till dawn, the man hunts for his prey.
Nights have made his . . .
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January 11, 2009 09:54 PM EST --
Attic eyes
A pensive eagle flies
in the ethereal space.
The encyclopedia salesman
crawls down the road
with his paralyzed cheery face.
A note of distant bell
is . . .
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January 31, 2009 11:45 PM EST --
February expressions
Nothing exists before this, only void;
a genesis, a self born fetus floats
amid blank darkness… this is how he feels
when her lips connive to create new world. . . .
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July 11, 2009 10:06 PM EDT --
Heart
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Those two blank lines were my heart beats, graphically.
= © 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar
Hurt
I want . . .
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March 21, 2009 10:50 PM EDT --
H e ire ss
“You are the legal heiress.” She listens.
It weighs her mind; she runs her hands on the throne.
It glistens like a freshly honed sword. Glistens.
Her entire . . .
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April 23, 2009 10:23 PM EDT --
Mid Summer Noon’s Dreams
The station of mid noon is desolate;
the platform is really a flowing stream
waves of shining sun sweeps him away.
The aged . . .
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November 30, 2009 07:13 AM EST --
relationship
Hate soaks a piece of cloth in water
with love she applies it on my head.
Twitches her mouth. She says that I have made
her face these trying times . . .
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July 05, 2009 06:18 AM EDT --
D N A
(After I heard of her)
an...............
................................................evolved
...........................................cell
. . .
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July 29, 2009 06:51 AM EDT --
Painter’s block
The pages of a drawing book scatter their assets
on the floor, a sluggish electric fan is moving
on its own whim. He dips his brushes on the water;
sees . . .
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January 10, 2009 09:47 PM EST --
Ask, dare ask
The eyes speak and then they conceal too.
“Ask me”, she says and fears the answer and truth
that only she can tell. An existential table
does not accomplish . . .
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January 14, 2009 09:38 PM EST --
wintry house
Wednesday writing essential
The long tortuous road with wintry wind
playing with fistful of dirt thrown at us.
With a cloud over our heads we
used . . .
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January 15, 2009 09:34 PM EST --
Wood Ants See
(Thursday writing essential)
A stream of wood ants is climbing
and vanishing into the cracks
on the peeling barks of the tree.
The horde of wet clouds . . .
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January 18, 2009 06:13 AM EST --
Wandering stars
After this much road traveled together,
after we have reached here so slowly
let us decide to run away once more,
eloping from the eyes of the present
with . . .
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January 19, 2009 09:23 PM EST --
The Surreal Circus
(to the namesake group and to Anne M)
The manager conjures rainbows,
summons them to sprawl, spread, create
an ethereal canopy
over the audience, now . . .
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February 03, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A Run Through The Fire
Feet hurt while chasing tears on a street of fire.
I know, still the lady is waiting for me there,
at the beach beside the blue of the sky reflecting . . .
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February 04, 2009 09:37 PM EST --
a r t o f hea rt b reaking
A too late goodbye denies gravity,
it flies over the tiny patch of green
and sits on the cornice. The dry petals
of paper flowers are on the roof, . . .
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February 05, 2009 09:24 PM EST --
A b u llet with my name …
(They said,)
There is a bullet with my name written on it.
It set out of a pipe, hot, energetic.
It has . . .
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February 08, 2009 09:29 PM EST --
That man in the flood
Darkness has a neat effect under his nails,
darkness is a layer, mottled with patches.
It is almost akin to the skin he wears.
Albeit sweeping water, black . . .
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March 17, 2009 08:47 AM EDT --
Fear she feels
Sun enters, a bit of the rays stays on the panes
and dust of hundred years glimmer with shyness.
On the bed the sound of sweat ebbs, bodies stir.
She opens . . .
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March 20, 2009 10:19 PM EDT --
To Sherrie in Yellow Ochre
Suddenly it dawns in her mind that today is the day.
She is being released. Adieu big white building.
Adieu matron like figures moving somberly. . . .
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