Holi
Krishna returned as Khusrau Bearing the heart of Radha The cowherd of blue pranks Trapped in…
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Amma
Down the stairs of this house where plaster flakes and falls, Through the intimate emptiness of…
Reading Shahid
I touch Kashmir through your words Of snow I find its fair skin turn Dark in…
Architecture of Flesh
In Ngariyan Maring, you are flesh, spiked with bamboos. Riddled with holes even before the fun…
On the College Wall
A newspaper cutting on extinct fish is pasted on the college wall The ones who pasted…
March End Sonnet
It is possible they’re telling the truth. You must be mad to want to live With…
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,…