At that moment

At that moment

A Poem by poddar kushal

At that moment

( to archangelgabriel )

 

A clear sky imitating

The playground from green years,

Soft sounds of dropping weapons,

The herds and soldiers are breathing

Hard. Their zombied hands quiver.

The wrath of angel is falling down.

The floating white of his profuse

Roab brightens the blue sky.

Down on the earth at a corner

A hungry cougar with its eyes

So sad to be captive there,

Its tail pulsing in old habit.

 

All these fades out, at a small tweak.

Only dark light whispers in ears

Of ethereal eternity.

 

 

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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as always i do like this writing. my favorite line is ... their zombied hands quivered ... sometimes what we do can become so disjointed from who we are that they numbly committ acts that our brains would have long ago vetoed. as a species, we grow tired of the constant battles ... not necessarily those of blatant war, but the everyday skirmishes fed by prejudice and ignorance. no wonder the angels are sad and remind us that we will all disappear in a wink of time. this is a message we need to read and heed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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lovely poem, as always. :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


Nice Imagery you have here.
I can see it's well thought and structured.
Great Work.

Posted 15 Years Ago


Written beautiful. I love your choice of words and of course the imagery is absolutely beautiful.

Posted 16 Years Ago


as always i do like this writing. my favorite line is ... their zombied hands quivered ... sometimes what we do can become so disjointed from who we are that they numbly committ acts that our brains would have long ago vetoed. as a species, we grow tired of the constant battles ... not necessarily those of blatant war, but the everyday skirmishes fed by prejudice and ignorance. no wonder the angels are sad and remind us that we will all disappear in a wink of time. this is a message we need to read and heed.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

gripping.....and euphoric......

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I have to agree with E.M.: "This is stunning. Really beautiful work. Gabe should love this."

I really love it! You study my work pretty well! About nobody understood the work about an interdiction between the Ice Queen of the Vampires and the Scoundrel. Why would you run into the middle of a war with a message of peace? What better place to spread your message of peace and love? If people are already fighting and not stopping, it is not as if you are losing anything by conking a few heads and repitching peace and prosperity. Shocking!

I so dislike with a passion war, but sometimes that is the only option. And, people are often more willing to listen to the option of peace after a sound drubbing. I think that there is some line in the Declaration of Independence that human interactions inevitably (not really but practically) often fall into stupid war.

Well, when in Rome! If people are not going to stop fighting, you might as well get involved. The world is not as simple as about 3,000 years ago when you could just ignite sulphur, throw it in the air, and watch people run away from burning rocks! What interesting psychological warfare before it was really in vogue. "Burning rocks! Be afraid! Leave this evil place, or stay and fight. That was... just... too... much... EVIL! (It was evil!)"

Oh, well. Live and learn!

Great write!

-Gabe


Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The imagery in this one makes it one of your best I have read. And the last little stanza steals the show. I love your use of an oxymoron there. It really brings the rest of the piece to a profound conclusion.

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

very beautiful and painted in a lovely way...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I hear guns being piled on a heap ... maybe German guns in world war 2 ... and then I see pictures of long lines of Germans being herded from Stalingrad deep into russia to die... thousands and thousands of them. The couger is the spirit of war. And he slinks off and never dies but keeps returning...

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Good flow, just an all around great poem! I loved it, it was stunning in so many ways.

Posted 16 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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