If it darkens anymore
the stream will vanish,
and only the noise will exist,

albeit with the ocean
it is different.
I stand staring at the estuary.
Disappearance adopts a shape,
and its scales burn – soft, sturdy,
still life of the non-fire.

Meaninglessness fevers
through my blood.
I know, void is full.
It is a paid vacation to the loss.


Kushal Poddar
Illustration Nick Victor




Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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