Kushal Poddar writes

Porch Ecospace

Standing in the porch
he adds tsk tsk
to the ecosystem of the noise.
Birds hark. Birds change
their chriping. Birds fly
from the broad banana leaf
to the mango branch.

From here he is an unlit candle.
There flares a flame unseen.
There a wind unblows it off.

Eye and Candle --  Arvind Gairola

Kushal Poddar writes

January Purring

On the third date of January
I stared at the cat's eyes
to look into the heart
of the yesterday's fish's unfulfilled desire.

Cold came. Cold left.
Cold returned. By then
its existence needs no excuse;
its disappearance needs no attention.

I softly stroke
the neck of the new year
for a soft purring.
It blinds itself with pleasure.

Two-Faced Cat -- Anoushka Das

Kushal Poddar writes

Waiting For The Chef

All that flesh,
vegetables,
await for the chef
on the steps
of asleep restaurant.

Slightly blurred, two hands
talk about the last night's score.

 Four Seasons -- Giuseppe Arcimboldo
 
Summer

Autumn

 
Winter

 
Spring


 Four Seasons in One Head