Explore Kushal’s poem, exclusively for Different Truths, which is an introspective journey through surreal time, memory, and self, wrapped in poetic beauty.
Not such a catastrophe,
losing your mind; it equals
weathering the tick tock
of an ancient clock you bought
because retro is cool.
Time hears the beats of it. You
ceased to be aware of it
Losing your mind isn't bad at all,
albeit people, curious, question
about the timepiece, its history.
Your story surfaces, stealing your peace.
You read or heard somewhere
That time doesn't exist. Past
isn't here. The future lies in the clouds,
in the solution of an infinite equation.
The present is the thin membrane between
Two sets of absences. Yet, you try
to measure it, you try to analyse
your traits, behaviour patterns,
and in those blissful moments
when you are deaf to the tick-tock
You try to pry open others.
Open the window, please. Blue pills
have bloomed in that periwinkle vine.
Picture design by Anumita Roy
Kushal Poddar, the author of ‘A White Cane for the Blind Lane’ and ‘How to Burn Memories Using a Pocket Torch’, has ten books to his credit. He is a journalist, father of a four-year-old, illustrator, and editor. His works have been translated into twelve languages and published across the globe.
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