Periwinkle blue*

Periwinkle blue*

A Poem by poddar kushal

 

Periwinkle blue
Sunset blue, periwinkle blue.
Distance is a blurred idea.
Windows of the car project
the fast eroding remnants of this
city, the soft woods by the road.
 
Five is number of friends
I have made this time and that’s all.
Five torn cords are still dangling from
my feverish piece of heart. Frayed.
Drowsiness is sealing my soul.
From a scratch to build the whole is
my life, pop has promised a bigger
house this time though. New city,
transfer, sigh, ha life’s roads are blue…
 
the road is blue, a buzz of dreams
broken and promises not kept. 
The slate, the red, the sleep and blue
are blending, mixing, becoming one.
I am putting more to sleep than
can ever depict, periwinkle…

© 2008 poddar kushal


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Once again, I'm loving your imagery. I particularly liked this line:

"Distance is a blurred idea."

Such melancholy, such cynicism. The depressive tone really seeped through in the final stanza:

"the road is blue, a buzz of dreams
broken and promises not kept.
The slate, the red, the sleep and blue
are blending, mixing, becoming one.
I am putting more to sleep than
can ever depict, periwinkle�"

Remarkable beauty. By the way, I love how you title your poems.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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A lovely, but sad poem. I love the colours. Periwinkle blue...
I moved around a lot when I was a child and I remember the drives to new places. Not all were as 'softly blue' as this one! And friends? Some cords take a long time to heal...


Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm struggling with this one. I love the depth of your work, though I feel like I am grasping at this piece, trying to hold it in my hand and feel its color, but it spills out. What I see right now, is change. Leaving behind things and people we don't necessarily want to ... heading toward something "better" ... but its all the same. Pieces of our life scattered about... with our heart.

I'll have to read this again... and again. I get the feeling I'm only seeing shades, and not true colors.

You keep your reader's mind alert as your work always causes one to ponder its full meaning.
Well done! Indeed..

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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poddar kushal
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..

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