meet and mesh
a rock formation
will surpass any scripture.
The most primitive fruit
is the shape of a heart
gone hard. Fossils follow
a ghost in the dirt.
who is a true devotee
lives in this kingdom of
Unparalleled study of
but no waste.
Heightening visual acuity
are colored oils
in the cones of the retina
swans & eagles use
for springs unattached
to the nectar of
whom do you say you return to,
with your eyes closed,
when no one else is awake?
A honey leached through the living.
A flood leads to remarkable fertility
in a cage
to protect the heart; a kind of glass
used for domestic purposes
remains engrossed with the reflection.
Most sensitive messages don’t trigger a response.
Breaking the shell of glass, the reflection
begged the Master to keep him alive
as possible by the waves, the many colors
The Master makes his own, there are
different colours because it is contact with the
thousand petal really black Lotus floats
sometimes Mine, sometimes not
The colour provides a continuous network
Trapped in his name, the sea was
millions of messages crossing
“drama of the body.”
“The obviously analogy is
this is that which has no colour of its own
and is true for all nights
but not the ones that follow.
And it thus follows tha
in repeating the name you
get closer to the formless
way it acts
with your eyes closed may appear
without attributes and release
from the heat of currents dispersed
across great distances
an unified body
Drops of water
gather his name
on a red-hot frying pan.
The people realize
he looks out of the world
into the mouth of the unknown
& exclaims “Ah!
Gives up intimacy
to light the path of
a more pleasurable science
after pondering over the image
when his mind is on the wave
may just produce a mild sound
but leave no wake?
An ordinary fly
yearning for honey
from the flowers
nothing else’ etc;
Smoke soils the wall at the temple, was
resting after his noon meal, in the afternoon, A
bout the sun in them the Encyclopedia says,
“Smoke is the visible product that appears to be
emanating from breathe. But how else
does the body say ‘I am Him.’ This
‘O Jamuna. If I have not eaten anything to-day, then
may your waters part so that we may all walk to the other
end of sorrow
and think that the self is dead
can a man be sure about that? We are fooled by the
combustion that is carried away by a current of gases and
resting after his noon meal. In the early afternoon, N.
Spider and its Web
In the early evening, had been discussing
regarding the sports in our arteries
& ejected in an excited state
a field of snow, in which playing,
sensations swirl and form that
act of kindness
Spiders that make many uses of silk glands +
don’t throw away the unbroken black sky
which provides silk towards
the ease with which
the spider moves over the field
causes to understand the infinite
through our limited mind.
That he is both instrument and matter. One web,
the thread on which the young ballooning spiders
is both amazing and difficult to understand
but a closer look at the dark and you see
he is none other than
what dwell in the devotees
after touching the web.
The horizon fractures
the eye into events.
Streams of water during a heat wave
like mica sparkle against the black ground.
Quartz, grains of sand
consist largely of ancient rocks,
a watery fruit
weathering the bulk of what moves freely
amongst crystal structures
as milk we thought he was drinking.
into the air,
causing a stir among the believers
who’d been waiting for proof
that he listens to you
and was thus alive,
or will forever live,
like any other stone.
spill into a mosaic
on the cross-vein seam
of sun stone
of an undercroft
effects of the wake
reveal no oar but
a pattern beneath
vortex in the eye prevails
deepening the green easterlies
steered by adjacent fires
an electronic river
The prolonged rain
on a slopping curve
is the vehicle
that incarnates as
slow drifting story.
Whereas the white horse it hunts is an individual
unable to make up its mind. Acting often, on opposite effect, a weird wind
between a horse running wild and the rain is a bolt trapped
or otherwise how i’ll be able to trace
shallow seas dare not disturb.
When you are asleep my skin absorbs the sun
retains a certain landscape. The way it melts is the opposite of how you
open your eyes in the morning unable to differentiate between
the warm presence from this ice age
made possible by a single event.
each name thinly about voices connect
perched by the water
the life it will take
to another movie
across the skies your hand)
if you close your eyes who died
when no one cried were
this time a coincidence
as if the screen could not withstand
unseen still blinded
by our disbelief.
Carved a pattern
with the caliber
of a geometry.
An echo unreturned
twice the days
it rained on an address
wrapped in letters
like weather ricochets
patterns on paper that
guide our conversations
to the road you drive through
in your sleep of
dressed in the fall
the best example of
Biswamit Dwibedy is the author of Ozalid (1913 Press, 2010) and Eirik’s Ocean (Portable Press, 2015). He guest-edited a dossier of Indian poetry for Aufgabe#13, published by Litmus Press, and HarperCollins will be publishing his next collection in 2017. He has an MFA from Bard College, New York. He is the editor of Anew Print, a small-press devoted to translations and reissues, and is the Director of the Anew Writing Program, a low-residency, non-MFA program in India. He splits his time between Mumbai and Bangalore.