Sanjeev Sethi

Exercise

Kowtowing to the climes, I seek forgiveness

for transgressions I may have indulged in,

in other arrangements.

I never draped myself in familial robes. There

is no pennon. I am aware that contradictions

don’t grant correctness as collateral.

Like a gullywasher, the milling of thoughts

cleanses the mind. In stolidness open-ended

ideas stumble upon quiet ends.

Windings

We never stick

to the margins.

In mangled energy,

there are flames

eager to erupt.

Unkempt hunger

bounces by

expressions or actions.

Its brief:

We’re clones.

Neither endorses it.

Acceptance is ugly.

It aggregates.

Undulations unburden.

They ward off a standstill.

Harbor

Without the ribbon of responsibility

I held on to the thread of thresholds.

There is anxiety that this will rob me

of my robes. Our sitcom needs another

season on the screen of regrets. We

may edit our exploits.

Who do we blame for human brockage?

Kinship or karma? Faint echoes forfeit

to ley lines. To unbraid multiple strands

requires hidden fingers: It's easier to ply

faith within the folds of the inescapable.

Belief widens the bandwidth.

Floe

You wear your silvics gaze:

Study the trees

on my body.

I am a salver of treens.

Wasted emotions, wilted boscage:

The dye of a dim painting

as in a lavender haze,

quietens its huzzah.

If there is merit in memory,

it is of import

or must be managed.

Boondoggle keeps me busy.

Kaleidoscope

Tantivies of thought

need no rein.

Saddleless they spin

without an agister.

Palfreys shilly-shally.

To the family Equidae

of asses and zebras.

Like my brainwork.

Some of it is luminous.

The other is balderdash.

As with the undergirded

cooperative of humankind.

Sanjeev Sethi has authored seven books of poetry. His latest is Wrappings in Bespoke (The Hedgehog Poetry Press, UK, August 2022). He has been published in over thirty countries.