House of Song
About the Author:
Deeptesh Sen holds an M.Phil. in English from Jadavpur University, Kolkata. His poetry has been published in The Statesman (Kolkata), The Journal of the Poetry Society (India), Aainanagar, The Stare’s Nest, Crab Fat Literary Magazine, London Grip and Cafe Dissensus Everyday. His areas of research interest are modernist poetry and psychoanalysis. He has freelanced for media and publishing houses like Sportskeeda,
Oxford University Press and Harper Collins. He blogs at www.deeptesh.net .
there is always the conspiracy of desire.
Vacant indifference consumes you
with a forlorn radiance.
Memory descends like laughter
along the steep path of solitude.
Winter has the smell of dust and confession
from your lover’s attic,
The night carries the taste of sweat
from unkempt city windows,
spilling with cold laughter.
You smother her unmooned body
with the lingering beauty of silence.
Her desire is a myth,
in the quiet shadow of laughter.
with the politeness of death,
in floating asylums of speech.
the door of moonfall,
at the strange geometry of laughter
with the rapture of failed restraint.
Laughter is the funeral of speech
there is no dignity of horror.