Swagato Saha : Writing

Discrete Infinity

Discrete Infinity

A Poem by Swagato Saha


What if the coordinates of reason misperceive chance encounters as portending deeper meaning? I have in mind the modern-day academic, and as if a clas..
Quaking Floors

Quaking Floors

A Poem by Swagato Saha


As Freud identifies the Unconscious as a site of resistance to rational knowledge, could the same also hold true for the (modern) Subject's (unconscio..
New Light

New Light

A Poem by Swagato Saha


This concerns the fallacy of representation, as it tries to number the unnamable colours, unnamable to "listless (colour) maps". Yet modernity, in the..
The Poverty of Worlds

The Poverty of Worlds

A Poem by Swagato Saha


To whose whispered spell my fancies sway? 'Gainst solidity, good sense'd surmise,Seduced by unruly visions that play, Sublime mechanisms of demise! As..
Impossible Conversation

Impossible Conversation

A Poem by Swagato Saha


Closed-form of still sentences wreathe,Opaque to an other's invades,Circle-terms on restless repeat;Where phantom conversations wait.While questions p..
Equation's Interim

Equation's Interim

A Poem by Swagato Saha


What's a silent glow to late night's retreat?As sapphire stars on a stone-eyed street -Elude clockwork and the lantern's slow burn,Where dream ye pipe..
Dotting the i's

Dotting the i's

A Poem by Swagato Saha


Do join me then at decade's close?What's become - of punctuated weeks,Suspended now at midnight's toll,Ha'e left us a moment to speak.Then to part way..
Return to Nothing

Return to Nothing

A Poem by Swagato Saha


I hold my heart to the mountain blades,Sensing there not a spying soul,I search thy still, o' stray cascades -Forgotten depths whence verses flow.A lo..
The Well-Tempered Atelier

The Well-Tempered Atelier

A Poem by Swagato Saha


On fragments' wait the kind stitching hand,Now serves at the veil of day,To every stray inconsistent strand,It tends... to tempered array."Condemned t..
The Unhomely Within

The Unhomely Within

A Poem by Swagato Saha


'Tween subliminal strands rose the ever-worn frame,And seized me, through dreary decade that separates,Frozen ores of old from thus I - dissolved and ..