Inclinations by Sanjeev Sethi

Windsocks of weltschmerz
jolt me out of my gaol,
goad me to their jib.
In the spirit of a wiseacre,
I tell myself: enough of
warned-over trajectories.
Somehow this gem coruscates
in skeif of autogenic calls.

Sunshine has only one shade.

 

 

 

 

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Sanjeev Sethi has published three books of poetry. This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015) is his latest work. His poems have found a home in The London MagazineThe Fortnightly Review, Ink Sweat and Tears, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Amaryllis Poetry, Desiblitz, Gogyoshi Monthly, The Galway Review, The Open Mouse, Otoliths, Literary Orphans, The Helios Mss, Anti-Heroin Chic, Right Hand Pointing, Futures Trading, The Aerogram, Thirteen Myna Birds, Random Poet Tree, and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in The Bitchin’ Kitsch, Chronogram, Yellow Chair Review, Postcolonial Text, A New Ulster, First Literary Review-East,  Drunk Monkeys, Harbinger Asylum, The Corner Club Press, Of/with:, Linden Avenue Literary Journal, and Cavalcade of Stars. He lives in Mumbai, India.

2 Comments

  • peach schist at 11:22 pm

    i think i intuit this is a rebellion against sinking so deeply *against* that which we design into a reality, that which ought to be shouted from every soapbox “sunshine has only one shade”, of which we all equal. a manifesto within pithy!

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    • peach schist at 11:26 pm

      i meant, that which we desire to shout against, but often supress. sunshine has only one shade, indeed!

      Reply

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