In upper part of my body
A cognitive bell rings
From a dial up connection of live wires;
The modem is working JUST
To repeatedly provide the facsimile of
Barren and bald paths;
Inner lumbering of daily freight
Coiling, clutching upward;
There is no vivacity
The vital force parasited
How I inhale life?
My days and nights are bolted
Inside a brain cell,
My voice has held back;
Now it lays a plan to brawl my soul;
Residing in my own skull
It dictates notes imitating my tone,
If I could disintegrate my recall;
As my shadow has left me
There remains Just I, me and myself,
None is willing to be with me
Why is my brain, a black hole?
How could it not be a universe?
I have a constellation of migraine, tablets
Syringe, backache and insomnia,
Dream has become a dead pattern,
As worn out as fossil led glow;
Everything has become identical
Except the weight of consequence;
My gallery has ended
Now you can hang me on the wall
Then an unschooled grin came
Wait! , take a look
The glow has returned
Go, find out my sullen shadow
Sandeep Kumar Mishra is an outsider artist, an infrequent writer and lecturer in English with Masters in English Literature and Political Science. He runs an academy called “Kishlaya Outsider Art Academy” in his home town to train the novice art students.
He has edited a collection of poems by various poets – Pearls (2002) and written a professional guide book -How to be (2016).
This year his work has published or upcoming in New England Review, Blue Mountain Review, International Times, Literary Yard, Ripen the Page, Poetry Nook, Forever Journal, Foliate Oak Literary Magazine, Priestess and Hierophant, Red Fez, Rashtradoot etc.
His first art exhibition was in National Club Art gallery, Sujangarh, Rajasthan, India, January 1-January 3, 1994. His latest art exhibition is by Visart, Shelter Group Bright view, September 7 – September 18, 2016,Concourse Gallery, Rockville, MD,USA.
–Background Photography by Ed Wojtaszek