Sriroop Chaudhuri
Winter 2017 * at the border
What names you said? How old? a greased face makes a stone falcon crouch tongue made of so many red buttons What’s yours then? Who do you know here? against the glass voice hits like blunt instruments to make whole a hole. What business? Really? even if a leaf’s released or cloud shivered protocols are specific: Cherry Any ID? Bank details? far beyond the fluttering ribbons there’s a walled space a lattice of winter wheat, cotton and uncalibrated blue with silver faucets But who to contact in case of…? beyond wheat cowbells continue wringing a cotton plant lets June wind claim her talking skulls a kingfisher plucks a silver key from a mirror Any address proof? Phone bill? Electricity? Really? a thing of many absences- each cherry inserted me into a different presence on both sides. * |
Sriroop is an environmentalist by training. But deeply fancies in social affairs, world cinema,emerging styles in literature. An avid reader of poetry, he believes true words are ones spoken only with louder silences, undisturbed by the noise of voice. After 15 years he has only recently returned to India after doing his MS, Ph.D. and Post-doctoral studies at different universities in the US. Presently, he works as an assistant professor in the School of Liberal Arts and Humanities at the OP Jindal Global University, Haryana, India.
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