The Soul Skin Upholstery 

Nighttime, the satin white leaves 
and petals leave the cushions, 
break the verticil, leave the upholstery.
We see their drift and their dance,
while they really stay lifeless, suspended,
swinging by the whim of the wind of our delusion.
We discuss about selling the chair, the last piece 
of treasure we own, and buy a few more 
days of good breads. You murmur, “That chair
used to be the love of your life.” 
Does this mean we acknowledge an ending 
for this life? We call the beauty enshrouding
the armchair – ‘Soul Skin’. Both have changed. 
We know, but now the imagined wind knows no bounds.

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Kushal Poddar
Picture Nick Victor

Kushal Poddar lives in Kolkata, India
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