by Sudeep Sen
I meticulously stitch time through the embroidered sky,
through its unpredictable lumps and hollows. I
am going home once again from another
home, escaping the weave of reality into another
one, one that gently reminds and stalls
to confirm: my body is the step-son of my soul.
But what talk of soul and skin
in this day and age, such ephemeral things
that cross-weaves blood and breath
into clotted zones of true escape.
What talk of flight time and flying
when real flights of fancy are crying
to stay buoyant unpredictably in mid-air
amid pain, peace, and belief: just like thin air
sketches, where another home is built
in free space vacuum, as another patchwork quilt
is quietly wrapped around, gently, in memoriam.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Sudeep Sen (born 1964) is an Indian poet and editor living in London and New Delhi. Sen was an international poet-in-residence at the Scottish Poetry Library in Edinburgh, and a visiting scholar at Harvard University. His books include Postcards from Bangladesh, Prayer Flag, Distracted Geographies, and Rain. He has edited antholgies including: The HarperCollins Book of English Poetry by Indians (2011), World Literature Today Writing from Modern India (2010), The Literary Review Indian Poetry (2009), and Midnight's Grandchildren: Post-Independence English Poetry from India (2004). HIs work appears in anthologies such as Indian Love Poems (2005), New Writing 15 (2007), Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia and Beyond (2008) and Initiate: An Anthology of New Oxford Writing (2010).
Last updated January 05, 2012