Days of the Week
Sunday comes flying like lightning opening the golden doors of heaven on the wings of sunbeams….
2013
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…
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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…
Rain
Sob! The rain sobs! like the sobbing depressed mind sob by sob it rains. Downpour like…
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What happens to a shriveled leaf when kissed by rain Do rains have a memory of…