Poetry: Jyotirmoy Sil

Jyotirmoy Sil

fragments on the wallaby track

You’d be amazed to see how the oak leaves scatter

resemble silhouette of a quiet liar;

Or slender curve of crimson flowers;

as if a boy chasing after strange sculptures,

and reeling over unspoken bargains.

Even when leaves sway in autumn breeze

deep down he's blue;

dilemma of a night cat

smell of a purple blanket,

choking mathematics.

On the carrier of a green bicycle

a radio is playing a dirge—

'autumn breeze is soothing for those

who feels beauty lies

in ceasing fires.'

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Transit

While strolling along narrow past-roads—

sense wind carrying

fleeting seeds of thistle

her hazel hair raves snare,

stretches the feelings like kite strings

Myth of an ephemeral sylph

—tale of an ethereal orality;

hear echoes of enchanted minds

with conclave desires;

her white scarf

upon the map—

between tropical green

and desert murmur pale,

my Orion drowned

letters mortgaged.

Only the Spring is to blame

for this sombre raaga;

and amidst waves of numb eyes

I'm nowhere to be found.

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Tashari

ripples in Wular 

hold their tales of

diffused sublimation;

camphor smell

in quivering moonlight.

booming sounds of popular Bollywood tunes

like a cursed town taken over

or curfew on a winter night;

segments of disoriented psalms—

here divine erodes

like pretentious ceramics

with each whisper.

(Tashari' is an Iraqi word referring to a shot from a hunting rifle which is scattered in several directions.)

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Bio: Jyotirmoy Sil is a dilettante poet. Presently he is an Assistant Professor of English in Malda College, West Bengal. His English poems have been published in Muse India, Madras Courier, Spillwords, and International Times, Setu: Bilingual Magazine, Yearbook of Indian Poetry in English 2021, Boundless 2022: the Anthology of the Rio Grande Valley International Poetry Festival.

 

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Setu, January 2024