Your eyes peep into chapters of my opuscule with incessant questioning. I enjoy the interrogation. Someone is interested, I tell myself. Evading the uncomfortable fits into form for inveterate personages. It hasn’t been a noisy commute. I choose quiet corners. In quiescence the illusionist is quelled. Ploys of an archimage aren’t for adults.
Each worse than the other: an array of the imperfect. To bird-dog impeccability is a botched postulation. The human circus requires no deep-seated inquires. Let the course of events mark kinships. Play evenly. Be on an ego-diet, secure the heartstrings. Enact a just frame. Leave the rest to the prime mover. In His sway is serenity.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). He is published in more than 25 countries. Recent credits: A Restricted View From Under The Hedge, Ink Pantry, Amethyst Review, Bonnie’s Crew, Talking Writing, Episcopal Café, Poydras Review, Miller’s Pond, Red Savina Review, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.