The Functioning Body by Kushal Poddar

Strumming silence!

Your One Phone Call

In winter, he preserves his thirst,
pees a lot, and feels his river
caves in the canyon and that
one fox crosses him.

And now
she desires to row. After
all those summers of strumming silence!

Born  in a warm corner  of India, a lone child and brought up with his shadow mates, Kushal Poddar (1977- ) began writing verses at the age of six. He adopted his second tongue as the language to dream on. Widely published in several countries, prestigious anthologies included Men In The Company of Women, Penn International MK etc  and featured in various radio programs in Canada and USA and collaborated with photographers for an exhibition at Venice and with performers for several audio publications .
He is presently living at Kolkata and writing poetry, fictions and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a counsel/ lawyer in the High…

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Accept this hope

Yes,accept the hope!

Bart Wolffe


So it begins. Up in the topmost branches
Where the slender breeze stirs and nods
A pigeon stretches and tests today.
Determined as the sun, light sheds a path ahead.
There is much in the way of gifts here,
Each motion a beginning, a future believed.
Language uncoils the sleeper’s knots
To let tongues speak although the promises
Are merely dreamt. Lips address a cup
And it is just possible there may be a better way
Than yesterday. Accept this hope.

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