Blood thickened stain
Clogging the slitted throat
A leak within the fatty blabber
Shaping my eyes to crystals
...
Sparrows with brackish backs
On a hot, hot afternoon hop
stringently in sun pecking grains,
The Lu sweeps the grass to brown,
...
The rain has fallen for the last time, I am piling blithesome
the lavas will burn and I will cut, fall out
of the path, the juggler for concluding time, or this moment
...
Ajay Sawant [Journalist, Writer and Poet] studies English Literature (British and Commonwealth) at the University of Delhi. He serves as poetry editor at Antistrophe Quarterly Review. He is the honourable mention for Christopher Hewitt Award for Poetry. His poems have been published or are forthcoming in A&U: America's Art & Understanding Magazine, Hawaii Pacific Review, Xavier Review, Paper Crane Journal, Aster Review, Claw and Blossom, Modern Poetry In Translation (mpT) , The Louisville Review & Fleur-de-Lis Press, The Bombay Review (TBR) and Rattle. Ajay often tweets at @ajaycycles)
A Standing Threat
Blood thickened stain
Clogging the slitted throat
A leak within the fatty blabber
Shaping my eyes to crystals
This downpour so precious to cut a knife—
it's a scratch into my eye
When I meet the audience
do I stand with crackling knees?
I do
or no, sometimes lay paralysed.
A distorted life, oedema in skin
To commit is becoming a column of dry concrete
To dream is policing a disrupted screen.
there is no leaving until you start leaving yourself
in destroying others you destroy yourself