The FTII Row and the Flying Cow
It is the land of Buddha and Gandhi, said our Dear Leader in London, when faced…
December 2nd, 2015
Voices of the Mountains
Indigenous poets from Northeast India have long been engaged in dialogues that seek self-determination embodied in…
Poetry, because history doesn’t recover enough
I was smoking a cigarette lying on the sands of the Thar when I heard, or…
Rab Ne Bana Di Toady
Teachers’ Day in September this year was a day of grand celebration for climate-change deniers the…
वक़्त
वक़्त ये वक़्त क्या है ये क्या है आखि़र कि जो मुसलसल गुज़र रहा है…
ईगो
ईगो मैंने एक साया अपना पाल रखा है आगे पीछे घूमता है जैसे छोटा ‘पोमी’…
Haikus
Ass Like Don Quixote He rides an ass and thinks he’s On a stallion. Pandava…
Four Watercolours
for Alan Ross & Jane Rye RAILWAY STATION, BOMBAY The coolie’s red jacket…
Roast Chicken
Roast Chicken Contemplating the afterlife of birds, I empty the carcass. My wife offers rosemary…