1 You who dreamt of democracy jumped off the roof and died Was it a poetic gesture? that mourns the death of rhyme? Boris bleeds Fukushima and Fukushima bleeds Domiasiat. There is free uranium for India dead bodies at the
Australian Aust::: Vote 1 Australian Australia Is there burden terra nullius Change the motherfucker name and we sweet Invasion January 26 2012 still seem terra nullius Why? For identity look out of just things Why court lie the years
Life Story Acid of aloneness is less caustic than cussedness of company. Litterateurs mention little of lines, more about lucre. Czars of currency pester me for poems. Moonstruck (1) In a song I heard your name and I kissed
Skies have birds, birds have songs, and songs are beautiful. Birds… little trinkets of joy hanging from the sky. I saw them, but could not look. I heard them, but could not listen. All I could see was my
When you left, you took with you my wardrobe That, and the kitchen, and the vegetable garden and the Gods in the room Yesterday, I tripped on my saree and ripped the edges of it. The 6 folds of
Deepa Bhasthi delves into the world of Sangam poetry – the surroundings in which they were written, the traditions they had to adhere to, and emotions they elicited. I cannot name my lover here. Tradition will not allow me
You and I I spotted you right there, walking on a crowded platform, with a book in your hands. You’re waiting for him. Familiar images flash through my mind – a tap on your shoulder, mock anger, and,
From the window Our hands open again just to claw the next war and our men die against the fences like hanged clothes behind doors. Little kids wearing warm jackets on the dim streets aiming at each other with
A Dusk by the Sea The fisherman said, someone died Yesterday. The sea has taken someone Of his own kind. There will be mourning In the evening and a voyage the next morning. An old man with drooping
Refuge There are places in our heads Where we draw the blinds, snuggle Like in the arms of a former lover एक गुमशुदा नज़्म ज़हन के किसी धुंधले गलियारे में तुम्हारी एक तसवीर पर धुंए की परत