evening ballasted with sunset

By Arkava Das

the room ballasted with sunset


not everything troubles you as soon

as you forget it

with a dream

leaving your bed

with a body

a tinnitus

evening with the horizon

“line that fills a plane without ceasing

to be a line”

repeated sense of looking into the distance

and red curtains

moved by birds

Arkava Das lives in Delhi with his wife, Nidhi, and his father. Most of his work owes something to bilingualism — a condition that frequently involves balancing two possible worlds — a Will Alexander with a Joy Goswami, a Vasubandhu with a Guattari. He has some work in Jacket2Entropy MagazineBig Bridge, and Blackbox Manifold, and is on the editorial board of the Triggerfish Critical Review. He has recently joined the MA course at JNU, Delhi.