Half-hour | Utsav Kaushik

I hear murmurs of distant sleep. Sometimes,
At the half-hour, dreaming dreamlessly insects
Crawling up my bed. Waiting, tirelessly waiting
To devour my flesh.

It’ll vanish soon in this dense air. Just like sand
In the tremors of sea. Diminishing slowly,
Little by little. For who’d know when
The half-hour will come.

Then flies swarming upon me, driving me
Mad. But madness is good because it ends peacefully.
Just like winds prattle before calm and then sunshine.
Similarly…

Utsav Kaushik studies English at Zakir Husain Delhi College (Evening), University Of Delhi. He has conducted research in wide areas such as: Literary criticism, 17^th-18^th Century English Poets, Victorian Era, etc. He is currently working on the U.G.C innovation Project, as well as on a research paper in the field of Post-colonialism. He has won First prize in an inter-college fest for best self-composed poetry for his poem “From Body to Soul”. Also, has a deep interest in writing poetry, songs, short story and plays

Utsav Kaushik, hailing from the enigmatic realms of North India, possesses a voice deeply entrenched in the nuanced shades of grey that define the region’s cultural tapestry. His poetic expressions, resonant with the echoes of his homeland, have found a home in esteemed literary publications worldwide. With works featured in prestigious platforms such as LondonGrip, The Paragon Journal, Ashvamegh…the Literary Flight, InkSweatTears, Indian Ruminations, Linden Avenue Literary, Hawaii Review, and numerous others. Through his verse, he navigates the complexities of human experience, weaving together threads of emotion and insight, leaving an indelible mark on the contemporary literary landscape.