Sanjeev Sethi

Sanjeev SETHI (poet, journalist, producer; India) is the author of three well-received books of poetry: Suddenly For Someone, Nine Summers Later, and most recently, This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world, including The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, and Postcolonial Text, to name but a few.

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Dyads Your imperfections play up my perfectness. It is a superb feeling. Short-lived? How long does hooch last? Everyone I love faces the might offorce majeure. Do I harken them due to my heart? If... media_text	Disquisition Searchlights within reveal the roost of my still small voice is on a glacis: nothing unusual, I’m getting on in years. Swizzle sticks are my way of keeping track in a bar. Nip between us glaces... media_text	Implosion Doorways to destiny’s legerdemain come alive after demitasse has leavened. Epiphanies: asymmetries must realign. Judging someone knocking at your door is incipient of intent. ... media_text
Gemeinschaften Freemasons of all alignments recognize their ilk without semaphores. Need autographs itsaccueil signing the other to club of consensus. Like cygnets with unuttered woops... media_text	This Summer and That Summer Cover media_image	Peccability Alpenglow on your cheeks constellate me  to our cosmos, quickening in this heliolater  of calentures that never convalesced. Lost  in its energy, I continue bird-dogging protocols  for... media_text
Blowout Unveiling their shine on the cerulean sheet now pitch-dark, radiant studs, rhombus-shaped compete with beauty  of bicephalous. When the orgulous are on a night out  in their best bib and tucker... media_text	Poet's Interview Poet Interview #39 – SanjeevSethi Can you tell us a little bit about yourself? At what age did you start writing? Have you always written poetry? Who/what first inspired you to start writing? Who are your favorite... media_text	Rigamarole After the drill of social punctilios, when curtains are drawn, the blah blah of bovarism lies peeled in hearts willing to eavesdrop on themselves. Therapy of truth unveils its secrets: we know our... media_text
Happenstance Jibbed, old hungers gnaw at your chance arrival in gelidity. Gleed stirs up in you my cutty-pipe image, and you laugh, louder than required, adopting cachinnations as a channel of expressing... media_text	Summer Song Plurality isn’t enough to tickle you pink. I’ve shared magical, misty evenings with endless seekers via somatic unguents but not unlimited with the one I wanted, certainly not when I was a louse... media_text	Asafetida Investing emotions when other operating levers exist, loving without the privilege of parenthood is an essay in emptiness. In some eyes I can see myself. I’m inured to their throes. Come, let us... media_text

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