Apocalypse
written by: Kushal Poddar
@Kushalpoe
Remember this – no cops visit the neighborhood
since the pestilence. Let’s rob the powerless
ice-cream parlour naked.
The streets survive the fulmination of grass.
I devour a hodgepodge burger until I remember
hunger shall return to diminishing resources.
Let’s rob something. Naked.
Tim says, he needs to bury his mother
sometime soon. The refrigerator dies away.
I promise him to write a new series of funeral rites.
And a new religion. We lord the swarm. The fittest.
Kushal Poddar has authored ten books, the latest being 'A White Can For The Blind Lane,' and his works have been translated into twelve languages, and he has been a sub-editor of Outlook magazine and the editor of Words Surfacing, and he does some illustrations and sketches for various magazines.
Latest posts by Kushal Poddar (see all)
- The Sizzling Nozzle of Darkness - November 16, 2024
- True Twilight - November 10, 2023
- An Ode to Nothingness - April 4, 2023
