the power-cut at the main streetA Poem by poddar kushalThe power-cut at the main street
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Others see that a mirror-house slowly consumes the skin and accents.
There are no ethnic, regional, barriers to human nature. We look overseas into other's "houses" judging its apparent disorder. Yet we haven't cleaned ours in years. Hmmmm. I could be far far off from the writer's meaning, but that's my take on it :) I love interpretation. It reveals the reader... Great write! Very thought provoking. I've read it several times and am still not quite sure what you meant. I'll probably read it again and get something totally different out of it. Love it! Posted 16 Years Ago |
There is a lot to take in here, a lot of layers to dissect. It's difficult to get at what you are saying, but I don't mind, the language is beautiful and the images are all interesting to place against each other. I think my favorite line is "The power-cut has picked up a book". Nice write, for sure, I'll have to come back to it.
Posted 16 Years Ago |
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This poem reminds me of a French impressionist painting for some reason. Just a light touch of the brush and a dance of visual imagery. Very nicely penned. -Gabe Posted 16 Years Ago |
Hmm very full of images, very different, very you, it seems. You are a fabulous writer...I just love your style, the way that you create such vivid images with so few words.
'Strange. Others see that a mirror-house Slowly consumes the skins and accents.' that is my favourite. It gives me many ideas and images and thoughts. I love it =) Posted 16 Years Ago |
Wow, what a unique piece, my friend. 'a mirror house'... This phrase stays
with me.. Love the layers in this one. X Posted 16 Years Ago |
I guess there could be a number of ways the reader could interpret this, I suppose. Very intrguing, interesting write. Nicely done.
Great Write. Posted 16 Years Ago |
This is a challenge! Is the power cut caused by pollution so that we are not able to read any more? Is this what the illustrations on the page cause to become bleak rumblings of what should of been a rich life?
Is is due to our own stupidity we will not be able any more to create or preserve a clear picture of our writing? I like the image of the mirror house: it reminds me of a saying we have here, when 2 persons are equally eager to read something, the winner or the one who gets to read first sometimes says that there is nothing left to read, because while reading we have consumed the letters, leaving us with blank pages! Very intriguing! Posted 16 Years Ago |
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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..Writing
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