Sanjeev Sethi


It is the metrics that is material. All comparisons
aren’t evenly matched. Perspicacity contextualiz-
es the tally. In a scattered ecosystem of unknown
units it’s necessary to locate one’s opening. Sooner
or later ache reaches a florilegium of forewarnings
ready to chaperon us. Self-centeredness of sickness
makes one realize quintessence of Homo Sapiens.


Privation rives the centrality of the self-image
pivot. Words are let on to pinch us as if pain
fills the caldera. Haptic maneuvers don’t end
the hollowness. Indigence apart, neediness is
a condition. Replenishment of the catchall isn’t
a cure. Balsam lies in the brain. Ministering
emotions perfumes the perimeter.


Recapture welds and worsens the shade,
for most part to the advantage of moment.
The favorable get finer, crummy ones rot.
Mind is a dredger. Lapidary verse or work-
manship of another kind have a way to tra-
vel on their own to influence their intent.
Blue-sky convictions go nowhere. Orches-
trated noise helps no one.


Dialectics and dogmas: fountainhead
of misguided miseries in mind, even
as skin hungers for skin, you and I,
next to each other empty of evanescent
safeguards. Arrogance of touch nudges
me to notice my littleness, smallness of

Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. He has been published in more than 25 countries. Recent credits: Talking Writing, Shot Glass Journal, Episcopal Café, Academy of the Heart and Mind, Epiphanies and Late Realizations of Love: An Anthology, The Poetry Village, Laldy Literary Journal, Selcouth Station, Datura Literary Journal, and otherwhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.
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