Couplets in Ice
1. The walls of your palace are made of snow. The game of reason is cold…
June, 2013
Butterflies
Butterflies are artists who fly around with paintings in both the hands They exhibited paintings to…
Days of the Week
Sunday comes flying like lightning opening the golden doors of heaven on the wings of sunbeams….
Promise
A poem – Has a date with me. When pain sleeps easy in my sinking pulse,…
Letter from a Mughal Emperor
Nothing here’s worth a tick. I hid everything except the heads. They respect slaughter. They…
Not Dead Yet
The mornings of my courtyard awaken to her yellow cries; she is the wrinkled meaning of…
Gasoline Rainbow
I hear the army truck grumbling Its engine howling Dogs on the streets now silent. I…
Untitled
I take the beatings of memory It lashes me whenever it finds me alone. When the…
The Ten Idylls
“Even one’s own tradition is not one’s birthright; it has to be earned, repossessed.” – A….
Personal Obsessions: A Polyphonic Pursuit
(A translator’s first hand take on the joys and woes of translating other people’s imaginations) I’d…