THE FESTIVALS OF MIND We roister when a word bursts into a million atoms Each atom carrying the ink of thousand suns from one infinity to the next through blood streams We gyrate when we find the skin of our nuances melting into history’s conscious We revel secretly when the universe whispers a dark truth A firecracker erupting in our bones For hours, we keep tying and untying tributaries of time disentangling one soul from the next until we catch our dragonfly tailing past in alphabets tie them together with uneven hooks of kaanas and maatras, rhasvas and dirghas * in a string of verses that light up against the evening sky Them blinking: a language of the unspoken We gambol on discovering the lost sheets of an age as we raise a toast to an empty labyrinth of chairs when a poem gets published, unexpectedly Like an accidental child or a rocket dying a fragmented death by morphing into countless crackers that sends ripples through the Prussian sky We celebrate the festivals of our mind unknown to any calendar uncharted by any astrologer yet *different accents in Indian languages highlighting pronunciations MATHEMATICS OF LUMINESCENCE Light loses its equation on discovering the orifice Yellow multiplies yellow, sprawls like an overnight rainforest The amorphous supplicating the symmetry A beat erases from the history of her moment Chest convulses under a string of lost screams As if, an Atlantis was stolen overnight - She still doesn’t know the misery of her departure Meanwhile, her face turns brighter A wooden cottage caught in the web of sunlight A chaparral waking up or - a desert closing its eyes while luminescence finds meaning in its own circle behind her FEAR IS AN UNWANTED CHILD Fear is... ...a shooting star from the deep ink of unwritten possibilities ...a nagging piece of bulb that blinks in an unilluminated sky Fear is... ...a faint smile of pink on a weary face with broken eyes that forgot to forgive ...a sneering bastard that gesticulates at the flesh of your heart even when it is dripping, tense Fear is... a gash on the skin of hope a glitch on the contours of time Fear is... a poem written in the underbelly of two thoughts in a bid to slay before it rebirths an unwanted child
Sanket Mhatre has been featured at Kala Ghoda Arts Festival, Jaipur Literature Festival and Glass House Poetry Festival. His first book of cross-translated poems, The Coordinates Of Us won the prestigious Raza Foundation Grant after been shortlisted at iWrite2020 at Jaipur Literature Festival. Sanket’s poems have appeared in multiple anthologies such as Shape Of A Poem, The Well Earned, Home Anthology by Brown Critique, Poetry Conclave Yearbook as well as literary magazines such as Punch, Borderless, Muse India, Madras Courier, The Usawa Literary Review, Men Matters Online, Anthology by Querencia Press and many others.
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