Contrary To Your Synchronisation 


On an opposite-word-

in-your-heart day

I stravaig, my consciousness 

enunciating 'Darkness'.

It is mere a word.


The sunny day highlights

an army of ants locomoting 

a green yellow leaf 

up the tired stones of a temple,

another century for the deity

waiting for that single leaf full of glow.


My tongue hopscotch the word.

A crow turns its head.

"It's mere a word." I explain.




The Ecosystem of Faith


On my palm the circles

of perforated clouds

highlight myths and illusions. 


The future, I read, chokes

in the red smoke. It began

even before past was conceived.


I trowel in ripe soil at the base

of a rescue-plant. It is my support tree.

It is the excuse to live, read my hands,

yawn and stretch my summer arms.

The fingers reach for the sky, lies,

and the promises of a cleansing dream. 



Goose


1


This, a good place to begin

the circle, dear jogger, opens up

the park and the morning.


You should not stir the goodness

or the goose.

The skein of the waterfowls are scattered

in the pasture. 

Today's mood made them shells holding

a hollowness and a howl for the sea. 


2


When the exotic wings glide in

the park the goose fights for her

boundary at first.


Zen eventuates. She settles between

the flocking birders and the winter's

slaty sun.

 

We, the local walkers, already gave her

pet names. The goose stare hard

with its hundred names, native pride,

doubting vigilance. 

Kushal Poddar, the author of ‘Postmarked Quarantine,’ has eight books to his credit. He is a journalist, father, and the editor of ‘Words Surfacing’. His works have been translated into twelve languages, published across the globe. 

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