Kushal Dutta Poems

Quiet and forlorn

The fragrant yellow mustard pollens
Spread in the air of the noonday flute
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The moon beyond the bounds wakens
at evening, to the beat of drums
squatting at the rim of my arms
comes traipsing along to the barn
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At one time everything slips into the past

Let me take it for granted
that I am flying in the sky
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I have promised to break the arrow, dear...

I shall have to climb the huge
red-eyed mountain in the night
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Her fault was she had been to the river to look at herself
The god of the river took her down to the water and that’s that

The one who jumped in to bring her from the water
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... So vitally alive

Like the sculptured foreplay
of an eager couple
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You are restless and fidgety
looking for the definition of nothingness

Please listen—
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The one who knows, knows, that time and space are one
We, the ones who are unaware, divide it at our convenience

Hearing my grave voice (much like that of a college lecturer)
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Is there any word
which is beyond word
speech which is beyond speech
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Tearing the water, grows on the water
The poetic scenes of the restless waves

By welcoming it and having seated it
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