Sanjeev Sethi has authored five books of poetry. He is published in over thirty countries. His poems have found a home in more than 375 journals, anthologies, and online literary venues. Recent credits: Outlook Magazine, Stand Magazine, Erbacee Journal, The Recusant, The Lake, and North Dakota Quarterly. He lives in Mumbai. Find him: Twitter @sanjeevpoems3 Instagram sanjeevsethipoems
Spring 2021
Remember the bewilderment
of finding yourself
all alone
in an unfamiliar locale?
Faces with KN95 masks
carry that look.
The unfortunate measure
of feelings:
their fizz is fizz.
This seems to-be long drawn out.
Sooner we qualify it:
better it’s for our ballast.
***
Left Field
Your eyes key
fine compositions
on the slipperiness
of sensations,
arc between bowing
and being in charge.
I am accustomed
to another signal.
Constrains have to collapse.
I pick up the accidence
of another expression.
Who can match the fluency
of the mother tongue?
As in my case:
the language of repining.
***
Band-Aid
Antigodlin frames annoy.
I persist
in correcting them.
Can the real things
ever be counterbalanced?
Unending avowals apart,
your lips restore my reliance.
The seamlessness of your absurdities
sops in my fixedness.
In suchlike circling, we go on chiming.
***
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