Vickey’s boundless thoughts weave plastic poetry, dissecting time and pain, echoing Sisyphus, Samsa, and Jekyll’s fractured, resilient spirit for Different Truths.

Nobody can limit
My crescendo of thoughts
In the multitude of writers
Nor can I ever silence my silence
Focused on those that prick me
Vocal to those who break me.
 
My plastic poetry is my strength
When it falls into the canyon
Of decentralised epistemologies
When it dissects my brain into
Several parts of several time zones.
 
I feel
The apple thrown to Gregor Samsa
How it rots in him
Or rather, in me.
 
I feel
The feet and palms of Sisyphus
How he pushes
That boulder of suffering.
 
I feel
The manic depression of Dr Jekyll
How it slices him in two,
But none in actuality.

Picture design by Anumita Roy

Vickey David

Vickey David is an Indian English poet, editor and lecturer. Born in West Bengal, India, he authored three books and edited four poetry anthologies. He has been a participant in many national poetry and short story contests. He has also published his poems in online and offline magazines. He is best known for his minimalistic expression, through which he successfully captures the essence of everyday life.