Yashovardhan Kulkarni


A Three Card Deal - Poem by Yashovardhan Kulkarni

Scratching pleadings
Scratching pleadings of the glass, trying to stand up again
In solidarity

Silenced
Hand that reaches out the easiest
Over the mouth,
Strong, square
With a hand that reaches out the easiest

Dipped,
In an overflowing bowl of what-got-to-be,
Shameless, unaware
Rupturing
And your iris trampled by what-should've-been

White,
Heavy with lights,
Perfect your first hand,
With heavy lights,
Perfect your first hand

Reflecting,
Reflecting, itself
Not between you and the mirror,
Images are formed beyond,
Beyond you and the mirror

Not of this world,
Certainly,
Not of this world,
Dedicated to the void of your stupid grumble
To throw away the second hand on table,
The second one that builds your marrow for the end

And all this while you must,
You must!
Must have your fingers dipped,
Dripping,
Dipped,
In the bowl,
Bowl overflowing with what-got-to-be

Now the final one,
The third one,
Of which the bounces are felt,
The one in need of an act in this world,
For the entire deal to exist

You must wait for it,
Like a wolf,
Like a wolf behind you and your friend's mutually loved tree,
Guaranteeing immortality to the three card deal,
Your friend's simple ways,
Leading you and your deal to the immortality,


Concrete and breathless, never to change
Untraversable,
Unless you speak only that of the devil's

For the sake of your wanting kid,
A flash light to walk through the fog,
He did reach to the other side,
Yes quite so,
But only after walking over an innocent's back,
But only with this three card deal

Topic(s) of this poem: love and life


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 22, 2015



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