March End Sonnet
It is possible they’re telling the truth. You must be mad to want to live With…
June, 2013
Sleeping Child
How do I tell her who is a terrorist… Don’t the terrorists profit from those Gap…
A Flesh Poem About War
After they put us on a high flame and left us to cook on their new…
Socialist Realism
Communism is pure evil, It offers no freedom. On the other hand – Capitalism, is all…
Skin Poem
What will you sketch on my skin when I am dead, I asked her? She said,…
South Delhi Murder
For three days she took it for spilled red ink Or nail-polish. Then a scab of…
Repast
We feast all the time eat like emperors each meal a banquet sip the smell of…
मानेसर
आसमान से, पानी नहीं बरसा. भीगा है सिर खून कनपटियों से टपक रहा है सायरन चीर…
Not That One
Find me another word that is not so ready. I want a word that waits and…
The Art of Seduction
When the flooding in the basement got worse she slipped into a silly dress and danced…