Translation of Mothlight by Arka Chattopadhyay

1.

That way. Parts of the machine shaking up illusion and prayers

Taking up punctuation. For a tiny tidbit of oblivion.

All this, technology; far from kiosk 

Preparing for a guerrilla war on the sly

Metallic affect upon the neon 

As if trampled moths across the avenue. 

2.

The beginning of an infection

The way I think of her in and as blues

In the beginning

Dodecahedron, Vacuum and the sculpture seeking progress

Light slips over light 

Concentrating for another frame

I, sucking the bedcover. Violet. 

3. 

Feel languid. This soft footpath in shoe-laces

Pecks the stutters on your cheek 

The tram depot far fading from the night

As if in a murder-like trance

Even on the forehead 

The labour and ice of salt-ridden kisses

4.

A lamp comes and sits on top of nostalgia

I turn it into squares. Making the ‘mem’ of ‘memory’

Arranging in jars I make your breakfast 

The click made gung-ho with great caution 

Oh! I am that fop too!

Lost in Mohseen and pitch black Mothlight 

5. 

In proper proposal. In the dialectic of eyes and lights

All those seasonal Eves in their periods proper

I took advantage of their scurf

Placing the trafficker concave 

Placing a touch more 

Placing him under a magnifier

That apart, fluorescent you folded in your wrapper 

Glimmer glimmering in folds of delicacy and crime