Room
‘Undelivered’, a section
in this storage space, whistles
when wind blows. The caretaker
says, he sought for a fissure
and found a room between
two layers of emptiness.
Long Sentence of Insomnia
If sleeplessness comes
so I may chitchat
with the dog you left
before leaving, let it
toddle up and down
these nervous streets in
my body, mind. I
don't mind. I shall talk
about the soft cones
we shared and the ones
I dropped so the dog
would lick. We never
tried chocolate
for that and that reason.
If sleeplessness finds
a threesome pic lost
amidst the cushions,
and dust the top shelf
so the cookie jar
of light may fall, let it
creep in and feel the rush
of my soul.
Kushal Poddar is presently living at Kolkata and writing poetry, fictions and scripts for short films when not engaged in his day job as a lawyer in the High Court At Calcutta. He authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio) and A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs). The forthcoming book is understanding the neighbourhood.
