Be Radha, She Wrote On The Back In the blue light one can almost see the traces of semen and Radha on the heart's Stockholm floor. "Be Radha in your life next!" You say, as a suspended hex, as if that sanctifies the act, cold tiles of your heart-locker where love is made to promise an end of freewill, as if this frees the captor and heals the captive and defines the four corners of yearning. In the blue light heart can be seen, a graph of the feeble and strong throbbing, signatures scribbled on the reverse side of a social contract (Do you recall the words of Butler?). "Be the wick", you curse the flame. Flesh burns some days, and some days it lives, but without a memory. You say, "You're Radha.", but it is not quite the truth, is it?
An author and a father, Kushal Poddar, edited a magazine – Words Surfacing, authored seven volumes including The Circus Came To My Island, A Place For Your Ghost Animals, Eternity Restoration Project- Selected and New Poems and Herding My Thoughts To The Slaughterhouse-A Prequel. His works have been translated in ten languages.
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