The House in Straight Jacket
Some yellow tapes fence our houses.
You can perceive the same thing as a tragedy
or as a treasure.
Again the knives flew in the air today.
in future we should use words only on the vegetables.
Now I hold a compass on my salty palm.
The softness of four directions
baffle its pointer.
And I walk round and round the house,
stumble on the stones and dead squirrels.
How do you enter inside a building wearing a straight jacket?
A native of Kolkata, India, Kushal Poddar writes poetry, fiction and scripts for television mini-series and is published worldwide. He is the author of All Our Fictional Dreams and has been published in Poor Poet’s Pantry: Collaborative Poems. His forthcoming books are Surviving Cyber Life and Five Rivers.
Excellent piece my friend!! Terrific, Kushal!