If I Commit Something Stupid In My Dream
You become the hundredth sheep
stuck at the rugged fence painted white
on my melancholic nights.
I confessed my feelings for someone else
hours before and faced a soft laughter.
You say, “It’s alright to be wrong most of the time.
I’m here.”
You become sleep in my dream. Really I am awake.
Rain pours a cup of darkness. No moon. Stars all wrecked.
Kushal Poddar, widely published in several countries, presently lives at Kolkata and is editor of the online magazine Words Surfacing. He authored The Circus Came To My Island (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), and Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia). His forthcoming venture is Scratches Within. https://www.facebook.com/KushalTheWriter/