Poetry by Kushal Poddar

The Most Rained 
 
The most rained morning,
muted crackling, vapor rising
from the leftover riot of silence,
 
my siren hand pierces
your stupor of dream.
"South of being burns", I say,
and you ask, "Where
 
will we find a leeway 
for our offsprings?"
I know not. Rain tiptoes,
 
fails and falls midst 
two icebergs melting apart -
the time we perceive and
the time that holds us within.

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Monkey's Paw by Kushal Poddar 
 
A teargas shell tore off my bro's hand;
since we called him a primate in childhood
we kept the hand, nicknamed it 'Monkey's Paw',
presented it before every guest in our house,
cherished their shriek; the severed limb
just wouldn't rot; the second hand revolutionists
often borrowed it for their demonstrations,
but no one asked my sibling what the paw
meant to him. Probably a missing link
in the evolution chain between Adam and Cain.
He wouldn't have answered anyway, rather
scratched his arm's end the way one alley cat
scratches the blind bricks when cornered
in dire need of some magic.


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Kushal Poddar is the author of ‘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)