(Art poem) She Made A Beautiful Video For Your Tube by Kushal Poddar

One thirteen years old asks: Am I ugly?  Since I have no say, no minutiae, I like her post. Hundreds like her post.   Imagine her standing between two mirrors, light striking back and forth, thinning her beyond frame, perception, silhouette.   Am I ugly? Asks a cloud freshly kneaded from a flood. Am I ugly? Asks a bird. I can see a rat’s tail hanging from its mouth.   The left mirror does not exist. It is a shadow of the one on the right.  The right mirror is a mirage. It casts the light left over from the beauty’s erring side.   Read Meet Mago Contributor Kushal Poddar. We, the co-editors, contributors, and advisers, have Read More …

(Art poem) The Perfect Birthday by Kushal Poddar

The little rant sits by the window. The little rant ages by the window. Her birthday, just another day. But at least she has this window.   Read Meet Mago Contributor Read More …

(Art poem) In The Line Of Divinity by Kushal Poddar

Her eyes belong to the god of green, And every time she blinks the hue pinned Inside pierces her iris. Her hands, However, work for the god of metal. His Read More …

(Art poem) Those We Put to Sleep by Kushal Poddar

Those We Put To Sleep[1] When the rain drowns every other noise The female fetuses begin to Conspire. Green splashes from the green, and   All morning the sons of Read More …

(Meet Mago Contributor) Kushal Poddar

Born in a warm corner of India, Kushal Poddar, a lone child brought up with only his shadow mates, began writing verse at the age of six. He adopted English, Read More …