March 22, 2018

Three Poems by Debasish Parashar: "Roots Are Sticky", "A Bunch of Chaos", "Love in Less"

Debasish Parashar is a Creative Entrepreneur, Singer/Musician, Lyricist and Multilingual Poet based in New Delhi, India. He is an Assistant Professor of English literature at the University of Delhi. Parashar is the Founder & Editor-in-Chief of Advaitam Speaks Literary journal. His debut song ‘Pamaru Mana’ from his debut EP ‘Project Advaitam’ under his Band name DEV.advaitam has hit the internet in January, 2018. His write-up on Majuli has been listed amongst top 100 online #worldheritagesites stories globally in May 2016 by Agilience Authority Index. His literary works have appeared in Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Enclave/Entropy, Praxis magazine, Expound, Indiana Voice Journal, Asian Signature, Five2One, Mused, Gazeta National (Albanian translations), Muse India, The Australia Times and elsewhere. Parashar has been (or will be) translated into Russian, Albanian, Persian, Assamese, Serbian, Afrikaans, Indonesian and many other languages. Debasish's works are featured in international anthologies such as 'Where Are You From ?' (English/Persian) (New York), 'Apple Fruits of An Old Oak' (U.S.A), ‘22 Wagons’ (Serbian) and 'Dandelion in a Vase of Roses' (U.S.A).

Roots Are Sticky

I come from a place where flowering of bamboos and
unnatural deaths are supposed to be bad
a migrating place whose time coordinates are trapped inside
a trapezium stuffed with bamboo shoot pickles and slices of Dominos Pizza
reconciliation.Is it?

doped into a dialect of disassociation
the small place of my birth feels ticklish and sneezes
even its sneezes come in packages these days

I come from a place that has no brothels no night life
its days are hungry beasts caressing nights
in cars,multiplexes and parks.Mood is on but shy

from honor to gossips
inter-caste marriages have covered a tedious journey
in my small town for heterosexuals

confession is a form of protest
and my people have started talking,sharing,confessing
on TV,Facebook,Insta,Twitter,blogs,etc. etc.
a migrating place
migration is a form of liberty a protest in itself
and my place is migrating with sticky roots.

(Originally appeared in Scarlet Leaf Review, Canada)

A Bunch of Chaos

Chaos 1:

when the gloomy sunlight

falls upon the broken shadows

my heart unleashes its madness

and I become a prayer

lying flat like an open highway…

Chaos 2:

I’ve known what this huge outcry means to the crowd

‘coz it rapes a thousand miles of silence

‘coz it plagiarizes a rendezvous of doubts

‘coz it merges with U and it merges with me

in this virtual world of broken agony

U become a link yourself

to link with a thousand links…

Chaos 3:

the smoke rings that smell like sounds

the quantums of my thoughts that break like thunderstorms

with dewdrops of silence that unbreak U of my heart

memory becomes a revealing with mighty shrieks

Chaos 4:

laughter that cries out pain

let’s speak words that unspeak them not

these wasted hours

drop down through my fingers like sandstone

that drop and gather and mock me like an affidavit

quite like the varnished wood of my sofa

I look new

yet I sob aloud and I sob aloud…


endless hopes of sordid rain

infinite lines of resurrection

why should you think o wild heart

mixture of dry water in spices is a gamble??

(Originally appeared in Visual Verse)

Love in Less

I had never believed
could be expressed
in a haiku
or a short poem
like a wink
like senses
like a word
Then I loved
thank god
I realized
no need
for love
to be a gaze
if profound
like a glimpse.

(Originally appeared in Enclave/Entropy magazine, USA)

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