Sanket Mhatre is a well-known bilingual poet writing in English
& Marathi. He has curated Crossover Poems – a multilingual poetry
recitation sessions that unifies poets from different languages on a single
platform. Apart from this, Sanket Mhatre has been invited to read at Kala Ghoda
Arts Festival, Poets Translating Poets, Goa Arts & Literature Festival,
Jaipur Literature Festival, Vagdevi Litfest and Akhil Bharatiya Marathi Sahitya
Sammelan. Besides curation & recitation, Sanket Mhatre has also created Kavita
Caf├й – a Youtube Channel that combines cinematic vision with visual poetry.
He’s also a columnist who contributes regularly to leading news daily in India.
HIGHRISE
The upper lip is a penthouse deck
Illuminated by the first sunrise over the city
Promenade pleats that lead to wine trails
The footprints of my wanting kisses strewn
Sky high
and yet filled with the first scent
Of the cave paintings in Bhimbhetka
But
The lower lip is etched in the earth of time
Blossoming like an orchard of green apples
A sky upturned
Created to defy gravity
Even before it was discovered
THE ROCK
Once a blind child
Playing along a river bank with his friends found a
strange rock
Like a story amongst a thousand stories on a
cloudless day.
The rock had something carved on it
His hands saw what most eyes couldn’t
It was a name. Someone’s.
Intrigued, his hands began deciphering the
shimmering, wet alphabets
Nature’s font isn’t meant for those who can see but
for those who can feel
“Allah!” The child’s echo rose like smoke.
Do you know the rock it was carved on?
You.
Completing the destiny of your name.
HISTORY
There's a reason why history chooses
to repeat itself
We believe in erasure
History believes in posterity
To that end, our struggles
with our past brave on.
Maybe, history wants us
to remember more and forget less
Rethink alphas while we are moving
breakneck into omegas
Hear the language that arises
from belly and beaks
Unlearn grammar of a self-made world
History patiently waits for us
In the corner of a room, in the dark
for a century before it strikes.
History isn't desperate.
Just clinical and disciplined.
It has learnt its lesson from nature.
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