February 5, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION


Sanjeev Sethi






In the stillness of the main street my heart

pounds. Here, I’m used to sound: safety

in sonic impressions. Chimes of demotic

idiom calm my inscape, though afebrile

settings don’t suit the frame.


After-hours, pie-dogs and parcel boys reign.

Beneath the awnings is their club. Membership,

as in all sodalities is adhered by stringent rules:

for the roofless. Hobos and horse flies populate it.

Cops are occasional guests. *Hafta is their hooch.













Let us make love

with sky as our duvet.

My thighs your bed.


Let the wind whirl

away all thought.

Let’s touch silence.








Sanjeev Sethi

The recently released, This Summer and That Summer, (Bloomsbury) is Sanjeev Sethi’s third book of poems. His work also includes well-received volumes, Nine Summers Later and Suddenly For Someone. He has, at various phases of his career, written for newspapers, magazines, and journals and has produced radio and television programmes.

His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review,Allegro Poetry Magazine,  Solstice Literary Magazine, Off the Coast Literary Journal, Synesthesia Literary Journal, Oddball Magazine, Hamilton Stone Review, Literary Orphans, Crack the Spine Literary Magazine, The Peregrine Muse, Otoliths and elsewhere. Poems are forthcoming in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Ink Sweat & Tears, The Bitchin’ Kitsch. He lives in Mumbai, India.


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