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On The Day of Voting

Democracy called me twice,
rang the bell when I
let them dissolve in the glob of call-log.

My republic has two citizens.
One seeks the other.
He is the system. He is the lost ledger
of lodged complaints.

My republic has the valley of summer.
In my journals you'll find
the brief geography of memories.

And I keep my border close to the ringer,
sinking in my capital bed,
thinking of the citizen missing.

  Ksuhal Poddar       


      Ducks Call

      Voice fog gathers
      around the ankle of my thoughts.
      Ducks call. Pass the city.
      Feathers left can make a crown for him
      who sports a goofy grin.

        Ksuhal Poddar       

Sky Inside The Forests

For freedom 
this is your sky, Ducky. 

I point at your chest.

Same goes for you,
You say.

But I have only cages 
and I forget to clean their pits.

Sometimes I lift those and unlatch.
Nothing flies out.

An incessant chirping 
lights up a forest of days and nights 
that didn't happen.

  Ksuhal Poddar

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Ksuhal Poddar

Walk On The Water Project

A leaf is an island.
All of them are.

From the island of an ant
the shaft of light
saunters to the tiny spider island.

I should have left the pier.
I have no one to bid goodbye.

Day Two  

Your feather 
has a lonely body.

Its monochrome journey 
reaches the spot of rainbow.

My toes test the water.
Skin tastes its pristine cold.

Day Three

Imagined you standing
in the middle lake.

Every step I take
sinks me a little.

Every step takes me back
to the beginning of the end.

Day Four 

The birds circle my wet hair.
Water cascades from my body.

Breathing tires me.
Air burns my lungs.

I surface- the words 
from an unspoken dream-

my feet speeds towards the blue,
albeit everything is azure.

Everything is calm.
When the lake grin
its skin creases into a thousand wrinkles.

  Ksuhal Poddar