This, the halfway house of depression,
swirls around her, she in the middle,
on a pirouetting stage that reveals
her shame how much she may veil herself.
This, they say, holds together all the life
one leads to nowhere and try to lose
it in some blind corner. The walls will
speak soon. The quantum will reach there.
Hide, I whisper, and she covers her nothingness.
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 Court At Calcutta. He authored, The Circus Came To My Island’and his forthcoming books are “Kafka Dreamed Of Paprika” and “A Place For Your Ghost Animals”.
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