When Aurelia-Noa Learned to Sing — Two Poems by Kushal Poddar

Dreams Eating Luncheon on Checkered Tablecloth

A long table of dreams playing with
the luncheon laid on checked interface,

where have I seen this? Is it a figment?

Then the pestilence comes and goes;
shadows cast on the table and people
mimic sarcastic trees with breeze passing
in squirrel pace. Let’s face it – dreams
lunch on my being. I cook the best of me

Do I miss them? Yes, then I can remember
nothing in details, as if hiraeth has tooled
Kintsugi to the perfection, and I know
the form
before the gold repaired the shattered pieces.

Daughter in Pavarotti Mode

Three months after her birth
our daughter visits the night’s wake
and breaks into Pavarotti mode.

Otherwise post midnight silence
casts its hypnagogic spells
over this room, house, yard, nextdoor,
the blocks and the malarkey far off.

She sings in my arms. Her mother
tired on our bed, cat bending her back,
a naive glass of water shivering,
night dead in the casket of the earth,
my daughter sings in a bonsai tongue
I almost understand, then perhaps don’t.
The way I used to listen to O Sole Mio.

“Can you smell sun and fresh air?” I susurrate.
Wife smiles, “Must be the retch.”
Our daughter sings. Hush plagues the outside,
and that makes the inside inside.

Kushal Poddar @Kushalpoe is a writer and visual artist and is the author of ‘The Circus Came To My Island’, ‘A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Understanding The Neighborhood’, ‘Scratches Within’, ‘Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal Poems’, ‘Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems’ and now ‘Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel’ (Alien Buddha Press). Author Page – amazon.com/author/kushalpoddar_thepoet

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