Four poems by Kushal Poddar

the curly mind linguistically innovative poetry - weird & risky

Crumbs On Your Metro Seat
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Your ex called you a whore,
although only as a metaphor-
a slap of leather on the days of tearing lace.
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The metro asks you
not to have a quick lunch.
Your crumbs on the seat widens their discomfort.
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Your ex called you last night
and apologized for calling you by mistake.
The station you alight is a Sunday clouded to loneliness.
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Paper Monster
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The monster lives in the papers
my father writes on my life.
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Come to the basement,
meet the bushy cats, asleep.
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In the cabinet, in the bureau
drawn by the years
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the life sprawls deep.
We must tip toe. We must see
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it from a distance so the ink
may remain blurred in
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the cage and sky of obscurity.
You must be curious, and I desire to show
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