Letter from a Mughal Emperor
Nothing here’s worth a tick. I hid everything except the heads. They respect slaughter. They…
Arts & Culture
Not Dead Yet
The mornings of my courtyard awaken to her yellow cries; she is the wrinkled meaning of…
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…
Rain
Sob! The rain sobs! like the sobbing depressed mind sob by sob it rains. Downpour like…
Jaltarang
I collect all my drippings In little wooden bowls of poetry Tears, sweat, ideas Hopes, musings,…
Green
The pines are flying into wooden desires. Some birds like hand-written letters, do not arrive. Long…
Ten Feet by Ten Feet
(After a Kabir Sumon song) Get your lover to take you away, fly oh fly Get…
The Long and The Short of It
Such a long, long walk Through sizzling raindrops on burning tar Such a short distance to…