I am a one-trick pony. Poetry is my province.
Inscriptions on interiority guard against the
perils of being me. On precipice of pitfalls,
injunctions follow with festinated periodicity.
Happiness as entitlement stands exposed when
He withholds it. As preteens at playground let
loose sans proprietorial suspicions, we must
latch onto their ways to lead finer tenures.
We barebacked our way to copse of
roborant zeal but in store were fallow
seasons. Negativity wears choker of
nervousness on her neck to every gala
of the somatic kind. No wonder I run
away from social routines. Recoiling
is one way. How does one persist when
nugatory colorants are on the palette?
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). A Best of the Net nominee (2017 & 2018), his poems are in venues around the world: Litbreak, Red Savina Review, Blognostics, The Five-Two, Persian Sugar in English Tea Vol 111, M58, Beakful | Becaqée, Terror House Magazine, Kathmandu Tribune, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.