My heart: a guesthouse of grief but I have worked

on ways around it. Have you nested alongside

an aviary? In rookeries one descries the distress

of circumscription. Pandiculation is the socializers

idea of obelizing. Solitaires? No one knows how

they hide their slashes.




Anxieties from the fire

of ignited extensions

stir the coruscate

of our closeness, in tints

prettier than any palette

known to me. In such glow

I chafe to calmness.


The campaign starts with sojourns

far and further, of seas alien to me

of sand softer than imagined.

Your undersong hums its final strokes

as cinnamon of your chassis

speedballs  me to the abundance

and ache in your eyes.




Glutted by earthy games

I’m easiest in His essence.

When a part of me persuades

the self to swerve, I find I’m

fragile, too frail and fixed in form.

Is this why I’m hooked on to Him?





Users of basilect are blind to their place

in the loam broadening the pantheon of

languages, especially if that is the only

one they are equipped with. This is how

the human condition ought to be: happy

being who they are.




Stitches embossed with our emblem

were on the carrel after our last concert

gleaming on cleat of atonality. I could

never convince myself of flip-flops

to fasten sudser induced seams in smoke

filled saloons, trillion of times I implored

the self to hasp gazettes of our history

on little known reefs so wavelets wash

them away. You’ve a way of finding me

in frisson, in unusual fonts. This emotional

fregoli, isn’t about you: the lever is with me.




The recently released, This Summer and That Summer, (Bloomsbury)seth is Sanjeev Sethi’s third book of poems. His work includes well-received volumes, Nine Summers Later and Suddenly For Someone. He has, at various phases of his career, written for newspapers, magazines, and journals. He has produced radio and television programs.His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Allegro Poetry Magazine,  The Galway Review, Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Hamilton Stone Review, Literary Orphans, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Peregrine Muse, Otoliths, Café Dissensus Everyday, The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Section 8 Magazine, Futures Trading Anthology Three, and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, First Literary Review-East, Pyrokinection, Meniscus, The Jawline Review, The Open Mouse, Drunk Monkeys, Amaryllis Poetry, Harbinger Asylum. He lives in Mumbai, India.