After We Quit
The air
after quitting smoking
is flavored profusely by us,
our smells,
as if
suddenly
we begin to exist.
Your sweat,
my paintbox,
the tubs of blue flowers on the porch,
the bees with honey on their legs,
the dung of wayward animals
behaving normally.
Chapman’s resonating voice
seems milk
and we complain
about how milk smells.
I am assured
the milk is all right.
We are just beginning to inhale.
After we learn to live
without smoking
one or two birds come inside,
they usually do,
this time we notice
they smell of half the forest
and half our neighborhood.
The puffs of clouds
are going south.
© All Rights Reserved By Kushal Poddar 2010
Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, India. Apart from poetry, he has written fiction and scripts for television mini-series. His English poetry have been published in online and print magazines all over the world. Examples include: “Shine”, “Apparatus”, “Heron’s Nest”, “Word Salad Magazine”, “Turbulence”,” Birds on line” “Four and Twenty” and “DR. NI'S NEWS”. He is the author of “All Our Fictional Dreams” and he has been published in “Poor Poet’s Pantry: Collaborative Poems”. A forthcoming book is “Surviving Cyber Life”.
Kushal Poddar (1977- ) resides in the city of Kolkata, India. Apart from poetry, he has written fiction and scripts for television mini-series. His English poetry have been published in online and print magazines all over the world. Examples include: “Shine”, “Apparatus”, “Heron’s Nest”, “Word Salad Magazine”, “Turbulence”,” Birds on line” “Four and Twenty” and “DR. NI'S NEWS”. He is the author of “All Our Fictional Dreams” and he has been published in “Poor Poet’s Pantry: Collaborative Poems”. A forthcoming book is “Surviving Cyber Life”.
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