Poetry from Kushal Poddar : The Little Voyeur Incident, War & Peace

(c)Kushal Poddar

The Little Voyeur Incident

The staircase swirls down deep 
right into the id,
and I realise I am red
from this vertigo prone voyeurism,
this watching my brother down there
kissing the new house-help.

I cannot help it. I stare. I stare.

My brother's daughter has 
emptied out our dwelling
to his ex for the weekend.
Summer and noontime, 
heat wears frills, and has an Alice-fall.
I try to reach out, fail.


War & Peace

The way I can draw a Christmas tree
with three arrowheads and a straight spine,
or draw blood by removing two sharp angles
from the top, I offer you peace;
our lovemaking can be altered
by annulling Good from the flesh of Intention.

The household, a planet self-contained,
exists and ceases to with the rise and fall 
of our curtains. I wonder at the manner
night hides other worlds, and their screaming
passion and hatred in the arsenals.
The solitaire of the noise our leaking faucet makes
cuts the silence into thin slices.

I can relate to the bonding of the wind
and the leaves. Now it is a dance. Now, the fall.

Wolfpack Contributor: Kushal Poddar


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