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Thursday, October 12, 2023

New Poems: Sanjeev Sethi



Graph

Masochistic tendencies surface.
I fix a rash of Reels to teem with
couples who publicize their closeness.
Does it help to follow a priest
with no scruples?
 
When we distance ourselves
from portière
of protocols
we witness other pitfalls,
newer phizes.
 
Never test a relationship.
Rarely can it escape
an audit.
Excitement has an end:
Nub of temporal numbers.



Debacle

 

Behind the prepped ebullience, I grok 

something I can’t locate words for

but I see it in the wounded,

pushovers on their way 

to the slammer 

or during a perp walk. 

 

This bravado is like a boy 

chasing his school bus 

but missing it by a split second.

Notice his smile 

to no one in particular, 

perhaps to himself.






Rap Sheet


Silence gargles its gravamen against

this or that specter. Attacks and

allegations against the others:

Match us the most.


Onymous criticism has gravitas;

elseways, it's back-fence talk.

In the mind's entrepot,

these must be castaway.


When withered flowers return

to the heart's courtyard,

I collect them in a can

and prepare for potpourri.






Earnings

 

When not whining at the whelk 

in my ring finger

echolalia hotfoots it to the edge 

of a fresh idea, 

the mind is a happy stalker.

 

The trees in my backyard 

talk to me. 

They tell me things 

I need to know. 

This enlarges the ambit.

 

Sometimes, I fall out 

of my center. 

I’m callous and

incapable of being

sensile even to myself.

 

Every sentient being 

is a cormorant 

at some place or phase. 

Let us not be sanctimonious,

dis those in its grip.

 

If we were certain 

there is no God

Karma or fate; 

there would be

a fair playing field. 

 

We surrender to the scud.

In submission, invisible

florets within us, bud.

At vale, the register signs:

This is all we could muster






Versicle


Sexual magnetism

isn't elemental

to a comic's routine:

The risqué is.

The moon is not monogamous

like my own.

I wish to grow a cover

on holm of your sway.


Counsel from truthiness is all wet.

Unmoistened angles

mushroom in logic.

Tenuous links

cart their sinews.

Its flip side is unfeigned.

To an unwilling mind,

every interest is importunate.







Find more on Sanjeev’s poetry on Bold Monkey here: https://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2018/01/featuring-sanjeev-seth.html

 






Sanjeev Sethi has authored seven books of poetry. His latest is Wrappings in Bespoke (The Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK, August 2022).He has been published in over 30 countries.His poems have found a home in more than 400 journals, anthologies and online literary venues. He edited Dreich Planet #1, an anthology of Indian poets for Hybriddreich, Scotland in December 2022. he is recipient of the Ethos Literary Award 2022. He is the joint winner of the Full Fat Collection Competition-Deux, organised by Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK. In 2023, he won the First Prize in a Poetry Competition by the prestigious National Defence Academy, Pune, during its 75th anniversary in the "family members category." He lives in Mumbai, India.


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Saturday, January 13, 2018

Featuring Sanjeev Sethi

Sanjeev Sethi is a Mumbai poet. Asked what the poetry scene in India is like he replied, “A one word answer, vibrant. But it isn’t a monolith. Poetry in India is made up of myriad languages and each language has its canon. For the purpose of this discussion I will restrict myself to poetry written in English by Indians. This is a robust community of earnest practitioners. With the advent of the internet  it really is a global poetic guild. In such a scenario western or eastern are dated concepts.”


Headroom

Freckled by fate I’m a sock puppet of concupiscence.
When the mind wishes to wank it begins to box: you
and your possibilities. It is the nature of spinnakers 
to showboat. Some songs play loud. Were your signals
irresolute? Did I misread? Through maw of memory
regions rich in your residue are ossifying. When one
stocks one blocks: science of countervailing. Regimes
of pattern  have played their part. You possess hauteur
as one privy to my plot, albeit you’ve chosen not to
douse it in diction of bad faith.


Hic Jacet

Rampikes on the ridge unleash acquaintanceship 
with lived experience: I wished to be a rosarian,
ash animates the breathless. Monorail of memory
urges me to carve a station with the argil of your
essence. I refrain, channeling you to rosaries I
never ornamented.


Singsong

On the lattice of my attic your lines reverberate.
They hop on the heart and rattle it like a sistrum.
In its signature tune lodges our lyric.

Peradventure isn’t for the past. It does what
it’s supposed to and cotches on one’s karmic
lounge primed for Big Daddy’s piñata.

The cerate of completion has its own calm
like fondling a nummular rim. Chagrin takes
over only when one spoons your stretch.


Expectancies

Decibels exhaust their edge when the mind
superintends the self. On uneven days even
wheeze makes one uneasy. Invisible bankits
animate inner conflicts neither accepted nor
articulated. Lightheartedness by peaceniks
remedy for a while until verities paratroop
their way to combat theatres. Arrayed in
rouge fatigues, estimates fail to ignite.


Meaninglessness

Pestiferous extortion is best abandoned.
Urge is to move with flawless momentum.
Walloped feelings have no way to reach
if refrained from flowing. Splinters of truth
are splayed on texts, perused in far-off posts.
Can words recoup the hollowness of hying?

Update

Sanjeev Sethi is the Featured Poet in the latest edition of Ethos Literary Journal (November 2018). Find an interview with Sanjeev, a review of his latest book and six of his poems here: http://ethosliterary.org/category/november-2018/featured-poet


Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). A Best of the Net 2017 nominee, his poems are in venues around the world: Stickman Review, Neologism Poetry Journal, Olentangy Review, Home Planet News, Angry Old Man Magazine, The Stray Branch, Cholla Needles, Ann Arbor Review, Empty Mirror, Peacock Journal, Morphrog 16, Communion Arts Journal, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.