Incubating in paradoxes
We all are, everybody
And everything multiplies
Needs for paradoxes; life
Death, darkness, light,
Blindness and insight,
Visions of freedom chained
To our memories.
A spectral conscience stands
Guard over these, the inmates harrow,
Our asylums make us kneel in awe
And conscientiously be fucked from
Behind, in our darkened cells, sometimes
Forcing open a window for us,
Through it we guiltily spy
Rain clouds, ripe violet
Burst into an orange evening sky --
This, the painful beauty of our eyes.
We all break mirrors at some point
And write lies.
We become saints but disguise
Everyday paradoxes in a faith of despair;
We search for silence in words,
Twilight in the flight of birds,
And the germ in our death, we prize.
This, the conscience of us poets,
We write poetry knowing
The poetry writes us.
Saikat Ghosh was born in Jamshedpur; he has an MPhil in English Literature from Jawaharlal Nehru University and has also studied in Delhi University. He is currently pursuing his doctorate at JNU where he is researching the formal development of short fiction with respect to the Progressive Writers Movement in South Asia. He also works as an editor with the publishers, Rupa & Co., Delhi and writes on South Asian literatures, cultural theory and poetry.
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