Fused in openness
When the window opens,
we’re knifed by the breaths awaited.
When we do fieldwork much,
metal seeds fall from a cockpit
of some unprecedented hearts.
Good to know, I grow in the sayings –
day and night and daylight and moonlight
grown in my body.
That’s how I hear one wanting another.
That’s how, those blues and browns
and reds and beiges, reach dismembered
from the dry, mouthy sands
fused from us.
One more phrase, and the levering novel
shows how we are successful because
we’re complete in the space.
Too short to run, but legs and length originally
born to reshape trilling lights all along.
Too long, because we walk through
only stars after stars after stars
through breathing of love.
In the quantum of love
In a paperpiece of nonchalance,
I write spot, spot, spot.
Untorn, it shows the curious bookmark’s
anomalous track-record.
A page re-returns after all the pages
turned over, a matter of thousands of beats
sharded through the notepad of your heart.
Do you call it a petition of a repetition?
Let’s say you’re lengthened to a baboonery, –
you better count for a reachable number, –
your award of being Mortal, Sexy, Apostle,
Committal, Epistemological – additionally,
what kept for you in the hidden lulu.
In a paperpiece found flipping, I found
a piece of readiness desperate to be nothing,
gabbling for a vacuous dome.
It’s only the absolute, flowering a convolution.
Only an abstractedness, meaning:
a spot turning a star as all the unknown
spaces are created and decimated
in the quantum of love.
©2024 Jayanta Bhaumik All rights reserved.
Jayanta Bhaumik is from esoteric field and counselling, and works in India and Singapore. His past works can be found in Poetry Superhighway, Juked, Blue Lake Review, Madswirl (their contributing poet), Vita Brevis Press, Cajun Mutt Press, Bindweed Magazine (Online Back Issues Anthologies / March 2020), Streetcake Magazine, Acropolis Journal, Lothlorien Poetry Journal, and elsewhere. He is available @BhaumikJayanta