[POEM] 3 Poems by Jayanta Bhaumik

3 Poems

by Jayanta Bhaumik

Fib, cue, xyz, both individually and as a combination of imageries, tells about how we or our senses are expanded into the unseen dimensions of the seen.

Fib 

fluctuations at night, and waves optimistic as you grin.

So good to feel on this riverbed.

Say, a boat not gone home,

we’re nearly stranded, and the galloping bubbles.

The lush sits splayed in this yearning.

You catch an umbrella spreading a full-on spectral shadow.

Perhaps a duff chaser is all about every glib narrative

we now muttering.

All these subjects, still taught in a selected classroom.

But in another, someone planning, how to spend time

with a fever of Salvador Dali.

I at times think of him, perhaps her,

whosoever planning, when a very fine-threaded river

woven in local mudwaters trying hard. To be dried up.

Before eaten by the clubhouses.

Not of our interest, really – I am with you you know.

Till this earth saying it has enough.

Until it asking, really?

Cue

in a fistful of sands, one day you said,

there’s a crazy finesse

an old song of departure, quite a nightwalk

along a melodious arc, the other day you said

dull reminiscence, and a motherless starlet

leaking through the breastfeeding galaxy –

making sense to you

this evening, you suddenly giving a call,

me still in the office

a storm, tacky in nature, not to leave us

so easily, you said, a local channel said

back home, our sepia cat waiting

at a corner, sure about its three lives.  

Upon our dinner table. Around our backyard.

On my lap. 

Xyz

flipside open,

and the kingdom going on.

The more you walk, the more you feel loved.

Fallen teeth of a deity, shown like those accepted slangs.

Our old baby fathers – speak out, grandpa, speak more of

how love echoing your poetries, decorated in vivid

classmate colours. Love of this tongue, used as if

an architect of dinosaur.

From all sides, see, frisky dolls suddenly winning

the magic of life. You keep wondering, how every colour

seems a heart fragment. And we all just too colourblind

after every solitude partplaying on stage.

You wonder, how this sky turns the last fabric we still

trying to be draped in.   

Jayanta Bhaumik is from Kolkata, India, from the field of Mental Health & Counselling. His past and recent works can be found in Poetry Superhighway, Juked, Scarlet Leaf Review, Blue Lake Review, Acropolis Journal, Madswirl, Lothlorien Poetry Anthology, Fevers of The Mind Anthology, Rough Diamond "100 Poems for 21st Century" Anthology, Version(9), and elsewhere. He has been nominated Best of the Net by Fevers of The Mind in August 2025. His first poetry Chapbook is coming from Alien Buddha Press in December 2025. His X handle is @BhaumikJayanta