at the border
What names you said?
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?
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?
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.