Like two lovers on a see-saw – one earthly, one levitated like an ear lobe and a tongue – breathing the same whisper like a prophet and a deity – subsisting on a shared faith, or gazing into a telescope two infinities, chess-players: shadow, image of each other, tango-dancers, duet-singers, duelists, the Rig Veda pair: two friends perched together one relishes … [Read more...]
Vivek Sharma's first book of verse The Saga of a Crumpled Piece of Paper (Writers Workshop, Calcutta, 2009) was shortlisted for Muse India Young Writer Award 2011. His work in English appears in Atlanta Review, Bateau, Poetry, The Cortland Review, Muse India, Reading Hour among others while his Hindi articles and verses appear in Divya Himachal (Hindi newspaper, India), Himachal Mitra and Argala. Vivek grew up in Himachal Pradesh (Himalayas, India), and moved to the United States in 2001. Vivek is a Pushcart nominated poet, is published as a scientist and he lives and teaches in Chicago.
What is the song without words that the singers hum when their voices fail, as does their eardrum? When old age is still young, what are those moments called when the legs refuse to chase what causes the young to fault? When the son's shoes size your feet, his shirts your chest, how does it feel when your son asks you to retire and rest, or people begin addressing you … [Read more...]
Hear a seedling whisper to a sapling, the winds will retire if you wait. Thawing ice will unleash a spring. Your canopy will spread, and nesting birds will find in you their shelter. Hear the earth sing to the rake, courage and courage and faith. Nimbus is pompous before rain, the rain a threat before its song, fills the fields with ancient echo. The echo is but a … [Read more...]
(Dedicated to Vishnu Sharma, and his distant grandsons like Aesop, Le Fontaine & Borges) When the monster ant challenged a black widow spider, in a forbidden corner of a hunter's lodge. Though ants of the size of a rice grain are common, imagine an ant larger than a popcorn. (Applause!) Before the morbid duel of … [Read more...]
Focus on the lotus not on the mud, the nectar is within. Wait out this exile. A fog hides the path, yet at each step the fog vanishes. From rain to river, from silt to salt, from salt to the sky, tireless, ageless, trust its rhythm, it wakes your thirst, it slakes your thirst, trust its wisdom. You are the mud, focus on the lotus, the nectar is within. … [Read more...]