the scar

the scar

A Poem by poddar kushal

Scar

 

 

A flaw down a valley of

Human soul.

I am talking on the scar,

The blemish,

Down the left chin of the girl.

Observe it,

Be curious but touch it

And a stream

A flood of rainy river

Will take you

To the land of violent

Dark conducts.

 The teeth of animal past

The call of

Demon to enjoy bloodless

Blood on hand…

See the scar down her left chin

And wait till

She obliterates beyond

Memories.      

© 2008 poddar kushal


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Such a different write, and interesting, a story on a story, a written story in a scar, I dont know anyone who cant remember what each scar resulted from, but its something intimate to know of the scars of another person I think, almost like being show a private diary sometimes.


Posted 16 Years Ago


Sounds especially dark. I love it. Scars make us who we are (the physical and the emotional). Good work.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Behind each scar a memory. Deeply insightful work

Posted 16 Years Ago


"And a stream
A flood of rainy river
Will take you
To the land of violent
Dark conducts.
The teeth of animal past" .... it is a great skill to pick and craft your words like this. "See the scar down her left chin and wait til she obliterates beyond memories." - tears! This is really deep and rending poetry. I like this a lot. Best wishes, Pammy.



Posted 16 Years Ago


Vivid imagery - scars are so telling and yet so mysterious. A wonderful thing to ponder. Great write. Thank you.
Light,
Siddartha


Posted 16 Years Ago


Creative... great use of imagination. I wonder what you saw or were thinking of that made you write this one.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

great write! :)

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 21, 2008

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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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