Poetry of Issue #4                        Page 34
Table of Contents	On The Day of Voting Democracy called me twice, rang the bell when I let them dissolve in the glob of call-log. My republic has two citizens. One seeks the other. He is the system. He is the lost ledger of lodged complaints. My republic has the valley of summer. In my journals you'll find the brief geography of memories. And I keep my border close to the ringer, sinking in my capital bed, thinking of the citizen missing.   Ksuhal Poddar        ______________________________       Ducks Call       Voice fog gathers       around the ankle of my thoughts.       Ducks call. Pass the city.       Feathers left can make a crown for him       who sports a goofy grin.         Ksuhal Poddar	Sky Inside The Forests For freedom  this is your sky, Ducky.  I point at your chest. Same goes for you, You say. But I have only cages  and I forget to clean their pits. Sometimes I lift those and unlatch. Nothing flies out. An incessant chirping  lights up a forest of days and nights  that didn't happen.   Ksuhal Poddar ©IMG_20160305_173041028 Ksuhal Poddar	Walk On The Water Project A leaf is an island. All of them are. From the island of an ant the shaft of light saunters to the tiny spider island. I should have left the pier. I have no one to bid goodbye. Day Two   Your feather  has a lonely body. Its monochrome journey  reaches the spot of rainbow. My toes test the water. Skin tastes its pristine cold. Day Three Imagined you standing in the middle lake. Every step I take sinks me a little. Every step takes me back to the beginning of the end. Day Four  The birds circle my wet hair. Water cascades from my body. Breathing tires me. Air burns my lungs. I surface- the words  from an unspoken dream- my feet speeds towards the blue, albeit everything is azure. Everything is calm. When the lake grin its skin creases into a thousand wrinkles.   Ksuhal Poddar