The Day Of The Eyes Opening
Those minute eyes sun conjures
in the body of blue,
you find in your mother’s face.
They worked her soft. Broke her down.
They all stares at you- where were you last night?
The nights before?
You remember living here.
In the same house. In the room
whose window makes the other eye for the ground floor.
You want to dip your finger in the fluid skin
your mother suddenly has on her.
In another thought your nails pop out those eyes.
Here she makes the usual bad breakfast
you have since your father slept away.
Here she raises the usual annoying questions
she sorts out before meeting you.
Here you gorge those banal and bland eggs.
Here is here.
A fly dead by the timepiece since the last dusting.
Where does the in-between time period dissolve?
Kushal Poddar (1977- ) a native of Kolkata, India, writes poetries, fictions and scripts for television mini-series and is published worldwide. He is the author of All Our Fictional Dreams, and his forthcoming book is Five Poets.