In A Rain Defined House

The wall thickens with green outside,
and inside, dark velvet. The blind palm, my uncle’s 
left one, seeks a path, the middle ground amidst 
everything. The sound of prayers and worship
would have told him what the time is, albeit 
the war with time is lost. The temple bares 
a bundle of bricks to any wayward tourist.

My uncle allows me to help him with the progression 
once he moves too near to the black hole.
Today I extend my guidance early. Today rain 
crafts this house. Shadows play 
with reality. 

 

 

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

 

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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