Sachin Ketkar

Rookie (29 September 1972 - / Baroda, Gujarat / India)

Sachin Ketkar Poems

1. Excerpts From Jarasandha's Blog 9/13/2012
2. Hairfall And Photocopies 9/13/2012
3. The City Which Doesn'T Go Anywhere 9/13/2012
4. Ten Asides For Ten Heads 9/13/2012
5. The Tree Of Total Eclipse 9/13/2012
6. Alta Mira 9/13/2012
7. The Dildopnishad 9/13/2012
8. The Tom And Jerry Show 9/13/2012
9. Love Songs For Amogh 9/13/2012
10. A Long Song 9/13/2012
11. The Simplicity Of My Congenital Thirst 9/13/2012
12. Bird Songs 9/13/2012
13. Wait For Me 9/13/2012
14. Every Breath That Leaves My Body 9/13/2012
15. The Old Prostitute At The Taj Mahal 9/13/2012
16. Stranded 9/13/2012
17. Tithal 9/13/2012
18. A Note 9/13/2012
19. A Hymn 9/13/2012
20. How To Write A Poem 9/13/2012
21. The Isle Of Calibans 9/13/2012
22. A Foot-Note On An Unpublished Poem 9/13/2012
23. A Lamp 9/13/2012
24. Inscapes From Hostel 9/13/2012
25. This Summer Too 9/13/2012
26. Campus Poems 9/13/2012
27. A Paper Presented At The Conference On Global Warming 9/13/2012
28. A Soliloquy Of A Smart-Alecky Soap 9/13/2012
29. A Soulful Song For The Black And White Television 9/13/2012
30. All This Fuss About Skin 9/13/2012
31. History 9/13/2012
32. Chlorophyll Of Poetry 9/13/2012
33. The Hunt 9/13/2012

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The Hunt

I have hunted for the black antelopes
stags and musk deers
in the remote corners of my dark continent
forest people with nightmare trees
bogs and silences of the devoured animals
for I wanted to bring you
luminescent deer skins sunlit eyes of the wild cats
and my own head trophied and stuffed

With my primitive wooden spear
I have fished for the fish fleshy and fat
in ambiguous swamps coves and marshes
as I wanted to bring you
bittersweet blood of the freshwater fishes
to moisten the deserts of your lips

I have hunted for the snow white polar ...

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Chlorophyll Of Poetry

Icy green blood
From the carnage of multitudinous
Trees, innocuous and mute
On my bare naked hands

Whenever with my sharp pen nib
I lacerate
The white backs
Of a blank sheet of paper

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