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  November 2015
volume 12 number 2
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Kushal Poddar November 2015



photo by fran├žois biajoux

    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.
Kushal the poet




The sparrow did not
come for three days.

Wind swept away
the crumbs. New crumbs
gathered, scattered.

Today you show me
the sparrow on
the sill, make me
happy and afraid-
it may not be
the one I knew.

copyright 2015 Kushal Poddar




I turn my head
hearing the crow
on the shutter,
its head tilted
and its maws
ajar. I walk away.

And when I stumble
back, singing the tune
I learned at some pub
from the friends
met after years,
there it sits, on
the window, head tilted.
But it made no noise.

copyright 2015 Kushal Poddar