Inside of any side – a poem by Jayanta Bhaumik

Inside of any side 
 
Inside, the indefinite twirls in shapes, – 
once we size a mutter, we hear the sky echoing 
a good gorgeous solid emptiness. 
Outside, a heart a whirring coaster, 
riddling, riddling, a riddling efficiency. 
All lyrics showing their mettle with serenity, 
a huge shout-out given –        the world 
favouring itself and a helix hovering 
all night over the adobe globe; 
people seemingly at the windows about to ask: 
is love the only real normal? – or its 
symmetrical quotient available, too? 
A wish or just a kind of it, looking almost 
like a teacup, a straight slightly slanted-bodied 
miniature mountain upside down, 
liquids slipped or slopped over. 
The indefinite is always that, too fast, or deferred, 
the price for the price itself.
 
What’s definite, then, which we never can
           pay for – what we only need to 
           pray for?
 

Jayanta Bhaumik is from Kolkata, India, from the field of esoteric studies and counselling. His past works can be found in Poetry Superhighway, Juked, Madswirl, Vita Brevis Press, Blue Lake Review, Pif magazine, Acropolis Journal, Streetcake Magazine, and elsewhere. He is available @BhaumikJayanta