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The hawker of pretenses
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The hawker of pretenses |
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poddarku Senior Member
since 2008-01-15
Posts 589india 
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The hawker of pretenses = The hawker of pretenses, he is; roaming through the city and its streets. You can find Indian arts to Chinese comb as per his claim. (You must have heard the jokes before; but let me tell you this once more. He showed me two skulls, last Monday; when asked, he said, “The big one was of queen Mamtaz.” “And that one?” “It belonged to Mamtaz’s childhood.” Well, I laughed aloud just like you.) The hawker of pretenses, he is. I buy an urn of hope from him which he insists not to open. I know, what he means, perfectly. Hope lives midst the prospect of it. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar Remake yourself = Just another time to fix and mend, is all she can think of; looking at the broken pieces that need not be bought or brought in the first place. Burly summer heat accosts her from outside. Shrill cry of a bird crashes against the dusty window panes. It is time to fix and mend again; she sighs. Hides the album till the day comes when her son will grow. Then, he may understand. The stream of callow emptiness flows down the hollow floor, summer has sent her son to the world of blessed oblivion. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar clever talks delay friendship! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Hi, Ku!  Your bright mind, your seeing eyes, your creative talent, and your open heart, always make reading your poetry, a veritable feast for the soul. Love 'n a hug, Linda  |
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2islander2 Member Ascendant
since 2008-03-12
Posts 6825by the sea |
enjoyed it very much, very sensitive and gracious, thanks for the good stuff.hope should never be opened...Tremendous. yann |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Pieces of poetry which hold above all deep emotions, dear Ku. Most beautifully done. Hope is you, my young friend, your youth, your attention to life, your seeing eyes, the difference you make by seeing and telling, by not ignoring. Hope is your beautiful mind, my dear. And I am so happy that you share it. The second one has me in tears for it really moves me so ... Love and hugs. Margherita   |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Kushal, I love both of these poems. However, contrary to everyone else, I believe that hope should always be flung open like windows to the fresh air of a beautiful new morning. It reminds me of the definition of love (in which it mentions faith, hope and love) in 1st Corinthians Chapter 13 of the Christian Bible. The second poem has me, like Margherita, in tears too. It is achingly sad, but beautiful. Owl |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I came back to read once again. And I am really amazed reading Diana's comment, because this is the second time today that I get to read Paul's words in Corinthian 13.13 "And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love." (The first time I read it in a book by Abbot Primate Notker Wolf that I am reading right now ...containing some of his reflections on life.) It is a message to cherish. Love heals everything. Hugs. Margherita |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yes, the skull hawking episode made me laugh. You've written sensitive and profound insights into the human condition, and underscored the universal human need for hope. |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
This deserves another round, dear Kushal. May your eyes reflect joyful awareness of the beauty of this Sunday ... Love, Margherita |
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