Kushal Poddar Poet Free verse

Shh...Secrets

Secrets 
A drop of silence.
A long road into conscience. 
Fear is frightened.

My whispers moist the mirror, 
I have been talking to; lips move.
A sweep with my hand reveals me, 
at least partially; eyes, nose…
The broken images look like 
an unborn soul with unfulfilled 
desire, to be born and thrive.
My wishes, of reversing time 
and walk backwards to the root,
set me alight; I see secrets
being destroyed in that fire. 
© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar

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Bishnu Bhusal July 23, 2009 at 3:30 AM great is the idea of being born again!

July 18, 2009 at 5:24 PM A lot of depth in this concise piece. Congratulations on having your poem featured. I wish you continued success with your writing. Karen

Bishnu Bhusal July 15, 2009 at 2:58 AM kushal its an awesome composition.depicts your yearning to get one with the ultimate soul.brillant!!!!

Raul Moreno July 14, 2009 at 2:08 PM Kushal, congrats on your feature...Raul

Carol Sunshine Brown July 13, 2009 at 3:08 PM Congratulations on your featured poem this week. Love, Carol

Ernilando Tugaff July 13, 2009 at 8:15 AM Congratulations on this featured poem and enjoy the honor. God bless. Ernilando

Adeleke Adeite July 12, 2009 at 11:12 PM Hey! This is Emotional. Wow, Great flow of words, this is a very in piece. Congrats on your awesome poem being featured this week. You are an incredible poet, please keep writing. Best wishes with your writings. Adeleke

Debbie Guzzi June 12, 2009 at 10:04 AM Are you frightened? Certainly fear is not frightened it is constructed of fright? Do not long for the past make a better future ;) a thought full write! Light & Love

Cesar Cantu June 6, 2009 at 9:25 PM Indeed, we all hold secrets to everyone, even to ourselves, and whenever we go fishing, the real thinking process, prosecuted by metallic spheres into the ocean, silence, solitude, those secrets are usually revealed; thanks a lot for the experience, your writing is great =D